Disfruta y escucha de la Música en Línea de Grits en Musica Cristiana para el año 2025

Feel my struggle, feel my pain
Feel my plea, this is me

So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became
Lame and fed up with fame
The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose
So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became
Lame and fed up with fame
The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose

Worth its weight in gold
Penetrate the infrastructure of friend berated
Who waited, evaded 'fore life was confiscated
What made it complicated was, often times
The light reflecting me was dim and faded
Ooh yeah, and still I made it
Oh boy, mama's pearling almond joy
Dodging every blow of Satan's plot employ
A hero, saving lives that you see before you
Fighting that which may destroy you, writing your redemption for you
So, here I go, I brought my frame, the loyal
Future at four, five, I let you tell your kids about who came before you
And, if a moment such as this is true
And this desire change your frame of mind, embrace and pray it touches you

So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became
Lame and fed up with fame
The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose
So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became
Lame and fed up with fame
The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose

Yo, I never thought I would of got to the point of tired of rocking these joints
'Cause my knees bleed like arteries, clotting my want and ambitions
'Cause my position in this industry steadily, it seems to be
Grudgingly keeping me in opposition of opportunities of reaching the unreachable
Teaching the un-teachable, speaking the unspeakable
The realness in life, in the image that of Christ
And the way I choose to write it in my diary, the irony is tiring
Discussing depression, there's so many lessons I've learned
And my concern is for those who connect with it
But never get the chance to get it, (so I go everywhere I know)
There's pain and there's suffering
The game got me hustling for change, and it's strange
The same issues never get answers or solutions
It's time for revolution in this music, so I choose to keep on spitting this medicine

So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became
Lame and fed up with fame
The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose
So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became
Lame and fed up with fame
The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose

So many years I suffered pain
I value most were deemed worthless

So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became
I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
And that I seemed nervous

So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became
Lame and fed up with fame
The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose
So many years I suffered pain, and some seldom believe what I became
Lame and fed up with fame
The things I value most were deemed worthless, but black and back
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose