Listen to whom it may concern I've made a lot of mistakes but they say you fucking live and learn. All the shit that I've done I know you don't deserve. I just want to thank you for sticking around through all the hurt. Through all the pain and games that I kept playing. And Lord knows I wish I could shelter you from the rain, is it to late to be saved, Lord im screaming out to ya. But you ain't listening father I'm screaming out to ya. Listen, I really need your help now. Father I'm sorry for all those years that I was to proud to admit my mistakes I was a scared child. Always searching for answers that couldn't be found. No matter what I did couldn't forgive myself so I ran away like a kid and I fucking hid, but amid all of the pain you sent a perfect gift. I just want to thank you for saving me from my dark end. No matter where I go. I end up all alone. I'm cold and missing home, I know I'm missing home. Listen to whom it may concern I'm happy for everything I lost cause now I finally know my worth. So pay attention or you might miss it the bigger picture. Shut your mouth for a second and listen please don't miss it, this is, not about all the riches and who's the richest. It's about the one who dying in ditches from overdoses while these Christians playing politicians. Motivated by selfish ambition, their position in the church concerned bout the money their making from commission, and in addition these addicts who need forgiveness, won't be granted an admission inside of your church without permission. It's the sickest shit and sickens me to be a witness. I witness this shit on a different level. I've been down up in the dirt with the devil. For years I've wrestled with myself, but I ain't ready for hell yet. I've lived a life full of pain sorrow open rebellion. And every time I pushed away you just grabbed me and held me. No matter where I go. I end up all alone. I'm cold and missing home, I know I'm missing home.