Inspired By: Justin Bailey Written By: gyp Justin Bailey he's good man, life just threw us an unforgettable curveball, and to hit it's not even something we can practice or mal-practice. Ain't alot left to lose, instead of smarter, it's everyday I'm more confused, old age ain't playn the fool, it's making its move, lil accidents that once left a lil scrape now leaves a bruise, ran from it most my life, and still today I'm schooled, on how there's no escape routes, one day you will answer and come face to face with truth, God ain't into chase'n fools, too many of us breakn the rules, always in a hateful mood, all these demons of mine seem like God's way of breaking a fool, before He can even awaken us to truth, my yoke is so heavy it's gone break to move, so far, everyday with every look in da mirror I face a fool, that's getn a bit smarter each time I pray through, and I'm finding my way through, I can't get anywhere just praying for myself dude, that's a job made for you, and mines to pray for you, looking back on my days of youth, I wish I'd went on and faced the truth, wish I was more grateful too, wish I had patience as a tool, but at 45 I'm still in a hurry like I'm racing too, hairs done graying through, facial bone bends like the road home's way too long, a road i know I cant take alone, for I paved that road and I know what's to face Along, for all my sin I must make atone, just can't do it by myself, I need you my friend to help pray me strong, to pray me along, and keep praying on til you pray me home, as I cease not to pray you through homie...