Yeah, we okay
Yeah, it's all by his grace
If they ever knew what we faced
Don't wanna go through that again
Times where we never had food on the plate
Like a R&B vid, we just move through the rain
Had some breakdowns, couldn't stay down
Mamas counting blessings till they rain down
I remember finishing a late shift
Saying prayers on a night train like James Brown
Techie those nights when I was lecky
Counting pennies, never plenty
Didn't slide in the ride on the glide
I was chilling on the settee
My brother just plotting on my entry
They couldn't see, now they know not to test me
Had a vision, it was already written
Even back when we was chilling on the block light
I gotta make it out, making day
Daily bread, man, I feel amplified
Praying to the heavenly Father
Fighting my demons with the heavenly fire
I gotta make it out, making daily bread
Man, I feel amplified
Praying to the heavenly Father
Fighting my demons with the heavenly fire
I've seen the fall and the rise
It's all in the mind
God's good all of the time
I never really felt that at all in my life
Especially when I saw my dad call it a nine
He didn't wake up next day in the morning
Feels like ever since then I've been mourning
Still I know he's in a heavenly place
I'ma see him again until then I put my all in
I give thanks that we made it to here
Through the days, through the months, through the years
Seen the blood, seen the sweat, seen the tears
Had some fears, they disappeared
The light just appeared
They had doubts but they're all in the rears
And of course we prepare
But I can't take the credit cause it's all in the prayers
I gotta make it out, making daily bread
Man, I feel amplified
Praying to the heavenly Father
Fighting my demons with the heavenly fire
I gotta make it out, making daily bread
Man, I feel amplified
Praying to the heavenly Father
Fighting my demons with the heavenly fire
Me the man of Chicago, love papa
Soy datab
Yade wicked and bad
And we livin' thats mad
Cause we still in gangland
They took a lot and we getting back fam
We weak up!
Pre for vision and plan
I gotta make it out, makin' daily bread
Man, I feel amplified
Prayin' to the heavenly father
Why him and him was with the heavenly fire?
I gotta make it out, makin' daily bread
Man, I feel amplified
Steady prayin' to the heavenly father
Why him and him was with the heavenly fire?
Me the man of Chicago, lost papa
Me never givin' up, givin' up never
See man on links, damn wicked M-Bag
See man on links, damn wicked M-Bag
I gotta make it out, makin' daily bread
Man, I feel amplified