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In God's Hands

Lord catch me cause I feel like I'm about to fall right down... Like when I was a toddler The Lord was right there picking me back up and putting me back on my feet And He said he carried me Like footprints in the sand And if I dare to be Greater than what I care to be I don't know I just feel so rare in me And why was they looking back on me I guess because they never got the wrath on me They pulled the sword out and tried to stab me Set up in an ambush and blinded me And why was I trying to be I big baller when I had everything Momma helped me out so much then I give a lot of my trust and I thought I was going to make it but I got busted Now I can't even rap about Now I can't even think about it I guess I need to wrap it up and put it back in the closet Skeletons falling down every time I look at it It's packed full and I don't know where to look at

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