father forgive me but ya children is sinning. my soul is empty. Don't bother to know what is in me. the devil is winning. please come down from heaven/an grace us wit your holy presence. I'm tired of all tha constant struggling an hard fucking lesson. but I thank you for tha blessin. but ho up I'm tired of dis culture. these hoplesss vultures. so I don't want to walk in a room an just leave. thegiving me no room to breathe. giving me no room to think . giving me no room to speak. I'm at a cross I'm at a loss for words. don't know what's going on. but I keep holding on holding on to faith holding on to grace holding all my thanks. wishing my road was straight. don't want my soul for take hoping for my holy day you take me up to tha sky an lift me up high an pick me up an fly an fly an take me to my father's eyes an we talk about my earthly times. we sit there an just hug an cry. I try an try not to touch my eyes. from all tha tears that ride my face.