[Verse 1: J. Han]

Man you gotta recall, you’ve got a cornucopia of grace

Abounding in compassion and copious with embracing

Every part of you, whether prodigal, wearing Prada articles

A heart of coal, the private or the audible

This ain't just for the privileged

Invitation for the broken and limited

Brothers who are struggling, feel like giving in

With the spirit of a swine -- eating in the mud again

I know what's it's like to be not good enough

Falling short of high hopes -- Adam Morrison

Down for the count; harboring doubt

Parents try not to frown when you tell ‘em no Harvard or Brown

Ow really hurts your pride, doesn’t it?

Like Tyson lit your stomach up with a dozen licks

My soul’s nose-diving, yea straight to the dirt

Broken propellers of worth guiding these wings of my hurt

[Hook]

For my bones, they are troubled

Powerless and weak

Feeling weary, do you hear me?

Can you save me from this shame?

And I’m trapped, in this rubble

I just wanna leave

Feeling weary, do you hear me?

Can you save me from this shame?

Take it all away ~

[Verse 2: J. Han]

I wanna find a relief

For all the pressure that I’m feeling, and I gotta believe

I got a fountain by the vine I could sit and I sip

Taking a dip in living water, should I resist?

When this achy breaky soul keeps yearning for it?

Got a jarful of shame and I keep it pouring out

Top it off with a bit of guilt

In a chilled glass brim overfilled

So pardon me, so pardon me

It’s seeping into every single part of me

The fallen me, the fallen me

I hate it and I’m tryna get it out of me

I hear the crowing every morning, it reminds me

I’m a failure, this shiny piece of agony

Can rub in my face so politely

Feeling like a dog on a tight leash -- I wanna be free