Don't Leave Me

Follow me...

Now I'm a sing a Negro spiritual...

[Humming]

I'm standing in the light, but the darkness overcrowded me

Guilt and doubted me is try'na eat it's way up out of me

I'm imbalance spiritually psychological cosmically

What'chu looking at is real no tricks photography

See I gotta alot sin weighing on my consciousness

Knowing all my falsements be uncomfortable with compliments

Still daily I pray to win mental roof caving in

Labouring to shake all the bad behavior I'm bathing in

Every devil in Satanic knowledge I'm denouncing them

Cause when it counts I can't benefit an ounce from ya counciling

My visions reigns from giant pictures to wallet frames

Got a list of solid thangs that I wish that I could change

My mind is stuck in the past no hope there to be fed

Cause I can't turn the channel like the remote battery's dead

And out my heart I can't tune it

Although it's been years since I consumed it Illumes in my soul is still wounded

[Hook:]

Lord I'm trying so please don't leave me

I plan on changing but it's not easy

If I start walking to ya I know you will need me

I can't let the forces of this world deceive me

[Humming]

Don't leave me

[Humming]

Got knowledge but I'm trifling, I just want my life again

God's the only friend you got, why the hell you fighting him?

Chasing all these? things my standards I set em low

The stuff I lusted never gave me jack but I won't let em go

My passite be harassing me

I try to magically trash it but it recast itself with perfect argosie

Confession, passive aggression

Is life daily past predestinated or left in our hands is the question?

Whatever made you presume please don't give those praises to me

I'm a foolish vessel blessed to have the most high speaking through me

I'm grateful for whatever way he might see fit to use me

Giving me the credit only proves to me you never knew me

To the unperceptive kind I appear to be blind

Maybe because I think with my heart and I see with my mind

Your looking at a working process, not yet solid

One stage is the elevation this is not the finished product

[Hook]

Damn it seem hopeless got great frustration

So how can I focus if chase salvation

With my despondence not strong as temptations

Be coming new ways daily creatingly persuading me

Gotta be free with the revelation I received

To possibility be an example of what I believe

The road to accepting my own

It's true that I been hit with a few stones, but how many have I thrown?

See my best I gave it, that test I aced it

But I feel like all this music I'm making is being wasted

Sadness kicks in is it worth it my mind wonders

Still I understand that strength is not always in numbers

I'm almost unempty; it's two doors within me

See one is God's door and the other is where the sin be

So bring me to where I meant to be through wise council

I win with you but I'm less than nobody without you