Aye put ya hand to the sky one time
Thank God you alive
Thank God you alive
Aye put ya hand to the sky two times
For those who have died
Confused about the world and the pain that it bring
I find peace when I release my own guilt and shame
Cuz in the the midst of this s, I can still sing
Beautiful things as I bow to the feet of the King
So many lives cut short where does the time go
Quarantined at home damn where my mind go
I think God is speaking clear in every time zone
Life is more than getting 0's, stunting tryna bag hoes
To appreciate love, maybe we should know what pain is
To appreciate the sun, maybe we should know what rain is
Making the best out of these bad situations
Put your Hope in the Creator not creation which is tainted
So take a minute to quit stuntin on ya IG
And realize that your story isn't over b
If it was I wouldn't be writing this poetry
Not one imperfection causes God not to love me
Aye put ya hand to the sky one time
Thank God you alive
Thank God you alive
Aye put ya hand to the sky two times
For those who have died