Look me in my eyes and try to feel my pain.
Do you know how it feels to be caught in the rain?
It was like everyday someone was hatin’ on me.
Looking over my shoulder, while I hung out in the street.
But nobody really knows my story.
Sometimes I feel like I’m alone, there’s no one here for me.
What do you know about a gun, point blank, pointing at your head?
Scared for your life, if you run then you’re dead.
What about walking home late at night? You get shot at.
Trying to get away, and wondering are they going to come back?
Riding dirty with a gun; some dope. That’s fifteen years in jail.
Thinking everyday about if I’m going to hell.
Because the more I sin the more God hates me.
Does God see the devil in me, or trying to be the man of God in me?
I had a mind set of IDC (I don’t care).
Because no one cared about me or the tears I share.
So one day I went to God and asked why I’m still here.
He said “No man but me brings you fear.”
So I have to get you away from the street, and into my house.
Because lives will be changed when my words come out of your mouth.
So until this day, my life doesn’t feel odd.
Now I can stand here today as a man of God.