Yo

There's a path that seems right to me

I'm my own man grown ain't no hype for me

I wasn't always giving witness to Christ in me

But I'm still bride live so dont hyphen me

It's kinda tragic I see the black magic

Done grabbed em

Bunch of static the old road traveled is damaged

But they lacking the road map back to the branches firm roots

Given proof the truth is staying planted

Living water is pouring knowledge beyond Atlantis

But we cannot command it

We gotta find the road

There a future beyond the rugers and faded gold

Fruit produced bringing juices that we could never know

I done been down in the trenches feeling hella low

I' done faced the down pours while umbrella broke

So I will never fold

Feet are on the narrow road

It's only one way I know I gotta tell em so

So many faces

I've seen down that road, road, road

Too many places

That's just how it goes, goes, goes

Yo

1 shot hit em

2 shots missed em

4th caught a body now its 40 years of prison

14 he did it that's a baby in the system

He didn't have the wisdom

But survived off intuition

The enemy was prowling, and he caught a couple victims

Listen

I'm a put block up in that road

The water boiling over take the pot up off the stove

A moment full anger could endanger every hope

Every dream every good thing God has in store

If I'm my brothers keeper I'm keep him from the Fall

Keep em out the yard get em centered on the lord

I can see the fog and I'm tryna change ya course

The light house is built to keep the ships off the walls

So if I'm standing on this hill ; a beacon for the lost

Screaming on these demons even when the mic is off

There's Too many faces on the pavement to be calm

Nah

So many faces

I've seen down that road, road, road

Too many places

That's just how it goes, goes, goes

I see the faces of these children and i get provoked

There a blessing but we treat em like they vegetables

We don't want em on our plate

They somebody else mistake

Yo Wheres the village

We say we love em to they face

But they community is fake

And they can feel it

So now my foot is on the brake

I'll do whatever it el take

To take a couple off the path where the villain

Tryna snatch they redemption

My hands to the ceiling start to spaz on a mission

Too many faces

Too many cuffs

Too much poverty

Too many stuck

Too many hearts being trampled in the muck

We dancing in these clubs wit a gram in a blunt

Too many faces on the Gram tryna front

Going to the DR to give em what they want

If you looking for the PR

Then you can pull a stunt

Butt...

So many faces

I've seen down that road, road, road

Too many places

That's just how it goes, goes, goes