Father God, I am clay in your hands
Help me to stay that way through all life's demands
'Cause zach, they chip and they nag and they pull at me

And every little thing I make up my mind to be
Like I'm gonna be a daddy whose in the mix
And I'm gonna be a husband who stays legit

And I pray that I'm an artist who rises above the road that is wide and filled with self love
Everything that I see draws me
Though its only in You that I can truly see that its a feast for the eyes - a low blow to purpose

And I'm a little kid at a three ring circus

I don't want to gain the whole world and lose my soul

Don't wanna walk away let me hear the people say
I don't want to gain the whole world and lose my soul
Don't wanna walk away let me hear the people say


The paparazzi flashes and that they think that it's you
But they don't know that who you are is not what you do

True, we get it twisted when we peak at the charts
Yo before we part from the start where's your heart?
You're a pimp, hustler?

Tell me what's your title
America has no more stars now we call them idols
You sit idle

While we teach prosperity
The first thing to prosper should be inside of me
We're free

Not because of 22's the a range
But Christ came in range we said yes now we changed
Not the same even though I made a fall

Since I got that call no more Saul now I'm Paul

How do I sense the tide that's rising?

De-sensitizing me from living in light of eternity
How do I sense the tide that's rising?
It's hypnotizing me from living in light of eternity