one Sunday morning,i woke up and I prayed,i be hopeing from last night with my eyes closed and not open that's its not to late,if it's not, then I'm going to thank my yahweh for this day, as i pray, because i need his lesson without him i can get messy,as i pray,as i lay,as i say, im nothing if hes not on my lane beside me.Now the rest for real for real is coming off my sense of brains i will not fade alway, from toxic neggas thats talking like they getting paid,but all they do is cray,bitch as slave,come down and behave that's why I talk to my father every day, because i struggle with not dealing with switch up backwards stabbing ways ,bitch u better not play, because today isn't the day.thats why i pray.