I wonder if you'll hear this
a Wonder Woman fearless, wonderful appearance
But I remember looking in your cold eyes
I'm just trying pick the knots of these soul ties
Just tryna pick the locks of the trap door
I'm trapped more by the memories- why I bring em back for
Tryna find my words, I knew this was over 'for it started
See I was full of scarlet...no I won't call you Scarlett
Cuz black widows leave you dead n while they walk through your blood like red carpet, broken hearted starlets
All those plane tickets and promise rings, when we ain't know what promise means
Tried to push it but the Spirit said otherwise, I just shrugged it off as butterflies
Remember leaving you that voicemail saying I was engaged- knew that was the last one
Tried to pull a fast one...I regret it everyday

I just hoping you forgive me

Back from summer camp on some God saved me
Like look what God gave me, new life so let me just cook it up in pies and throw it in they faces
I'm clowning on my high horse- judgmental statements
Almost like my newfound life had bearing on performance
Like it gives me rights to be everyone's concordance
Ego was enormous
But I thought that I was helping
All them Scriptures verses came with motives that were selfish
And I'm just now confessing...in a song no less
Just now addressing this I caused a rift
Between friends...old and new.
Its me telling you that I'm an older new...looking with a sober view
Really I'm no better,
Wish I had discipleship, I killed you with the letter
Self righteousness had my chest puffed
Just a rook in my chess club, got my flesh smug
So thanks to those who long suffered
I can say we all suffered

And I'm so sorry

Man...Why you so difficult
See you witchur fishing pole, so what you fishing for
Everything good, why you asking questions
Leave well enough alone, focus on the blessings
Your opinions cause rebellion and division
Why you online blasting, we already know we sinners
What's the point of all those Paul Washer clips and prayer services
You need to humble down, focus on the good
I'm sorry I agree, but you know how zealous I am
Feel like God told me tell em how jealous I am
I'm really trying to bring the balance to all my convictions
My hands to the plow, I'm treating all my blisters
With that balm of Gilead we both know
The boldness that we claim to have we really don't show
I never meant to be the bad news bearer
Just tryna elevate the good news in this bad news era
...hope you see my efforts