Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me.
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
I honestly grow insecure as I get older,
because even when you hot,
there comes a day when you get colder.
Comes a day when you slower.
Time is taking its toll.
45 on the back of the jersey upon your soul.
I'm scared of letting go.
I don't know what the future holds.
My nightmares are having nightmares.
I'm quite scared of what's right and fair,
how I fare in eternity.
Will I hear, well done when he's turning me?
Will I hear,
you care too much about all this stuff that really don't matter?
You chased the wind and you only got to the top of a two-foot ladder.
What's after?
I can capture all this mess my heart was after.
Will I end up empty-handed when I stand before my master?
Did I master the mathematics of a passive disaster?
Adding my selfish ambition,
all the while subtracting what matters.
Late nights, I can't sleep.
Will I fall?
Will I peek through the curtains?
All I see, fingers pointed at me.
And they watch it,
and they watch it,
and they watch it,
and they watch it.
And I'm wondering what they thinking,
thinking about.
Late nights, I can't sleep.
Counting cash, counting sheep.
Through the curtains,
all I see,
fingers pointed right at me.
And I'm watching,
and I'm watching,
and I'm wondering what they thinking,
thinking about it all.
In high school, we tried to act all tough.
I remember a couple times I couldn't back that up.
Like when I ran from them vatos,
scuffing up my zapatos.
Scared of losing my hide,
I was so embarrassed inside.
If I could go back in time,
I would stand and say something like,
I ain't never scared,
never scared,
never scared.
I'm lying,
I'm scared of these thoughts in my head.
I'm scared of possibly pushing people right over the ledge.
When I say I pledge allegiance to the struggle,
The one who is afraid of admitting his fears,
is the one who can't overcome them.
We find freedom in confession,
and freedom in recognition.
I'm scared of falling and failing in front of all of my foes.
And I fear some friends are unfaithful,
so I keep my small circle closed.
I don't want no handouts or favors,
no functional savings.
I'm gonna tell that truth till it kill me,
get up chilling with my creator.
Jesus,
Jesus,
Jesus,
Jesus,
Jesus,
to all of my haters.
For the ones who think I forgot them,
and the ones who won't let me say it.
I ain't scared no more.
Late nights, I can't sleep.
Will I fall, will I pee?
Through the curtains,
all I see,
fingers pointed at me.
And they watching,
and they watching,
and they watching,
and they watching.
And I'm wondering what they thinking,
thinking about.
Late nights, I can't sleep.
Counting cash, counting *.
Through the curtains,
all I see,
fingers pointed right at me.
And I'm watching,
and I'm watching,
and I'm wondering what they thinking,
thinking about.
Everybody always,
they gonna have something to say,
whether you like it or not.
Those who fear accepting fear will never be able to overcome it.
After accepting everything,
freedom will exist, and fear will be released.