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Guide Me Through The Storm
Tory Lanez
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Paul McKay
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SonStar
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God, I just, I just need you to guide me
It's so much going on in my life and I
I know you want to bring me through it, I know you got me
But it's hard right now and I need you
I need you now more than I ever needed you, God
Please
Look
One way trip to prison, L.A. county into the mountains
Bunch of niggas on the bus that never got the counseling
Instead they gangbanged, they sold dope and broke in houses
Started with the parents living poor with broken spouses
Feed me sack lunches in the plastic pouches
Got me feeling fucked over, like the casting couches
Dirty face, dirty hair up in my mugshot
Tower cop all on thะต speaker making brash announcemะตnts
Faded inside of the cell
Satan keep on trying to bring the flagrantest fires from hell
But Lord, your water on me far and as wide as a well
It's getting dark, I wanna cry, but gotta inspire as well, yeah
Old friends switching on me
New York Times pissing on me
TMZ here telling lies on television on me
My opps working overtime to put this image on me
But God is finna push the line, like it's a scrimmage on me
Mom a soldier, and you gave birth to a warrior
Ain't a secret like it's knocked off Victoria
Seven hours been in shackles, sitting in the court tanks
We ain't ate in hours because the police ignoring us
County jail crying real tears to Iggy Azalea
I know you put up with some shit that just wasn't familiar
I loved your ear and loved your heart though you wasn't Amelia
They lying, trying to get me fucked, but I wasn't Cecilia
Young Dave banging on the beat
He in the ER right now producing this in critical condition
I'm recording up in state prison
It's fair to say we black and beat the odds of both statistics
Both of us suppose to be either dead or in jail
But he been close to death, and I'm in jail and still prevailed
God willing, this go number 1 from in the cell
It won't be long before the release dates is in the mail
Yeah, uh
Tears falling on my phone calls, everything was all wrong
County jail, orange paint, the image that I'm Don Juan
Sentence day I'm thinking "Any minute, I could be long gone"
It's winter time, I'm in the cell
A nigga freezing in a pair of "Men's Central Jail" Long John's
Enemies celebrating Christmas Day
I'm laying in the cell without my son, like fuck is y'all on?
Those nights were treacherous
Buy a gram of heroin, and use it as leverage
Black clouds floating over me, I need severance
Niggas overdosing off Suboxone and medicines
Yeah, God save me, I'm repenting for my early sins
My only goal is see it clear, like I'm a blurry lens
You niggas softer than some furry pants
And off the walk out I need 30 M's
Guide me through the storm
Guide me through the storm (Through the storm)
('Cause it's raining down, it's raining down)
Guide me through the storm (You know I need saving)
Guide me through the storm (Lord, I need your saving now)
Guide me through the storm (Oh, guide, oh guide me)
Guide me through the storm (It's all for you, I lay down)
Guide me through the storm (I know you'll guide me)
Guide me through the storm (You'll be right there)
(in time, to guide me through the storm)
Daystar, my beautiful son
As your father
I was distraught the day
When they took my innocent son to prison
And for two weeks straight, everyday that the sun had risen
I felt like I had a twenty pound weight sitting on my chest
Still I knew that God allowed this test
That it was not just about you, but also about the others
The many other incarcereted sisters and brothers
That's when I gave you to God
Knowing that he would keep you covered
And in the realm of the spirit, that's where I hovered
Like an eagle in flight
A samurai, proud warrior against the witches and warlocks
Pulling down strong holes of witchcraft
Divination, necromancy, familiar spirits
Clairvoyant projections and psychic phenomenon
That war to keep the souls of men and women
Created in Gods own image
In bondage and away from their families
In a bid to create the next generation of
Pissed off children angry at a system
Just so Satan can keep the hungry prison industrial complex fed
To the tune of eighty-two thousand dollars per head
While they barter and trade the souls of people
On the New York stock exchange
In exchange for money and wealth
Now there's a crack in their building and it's beginning to crumble
'Cause God alone, only God can keep these wicked men humble
Dear heavenly Father, as have you guided Daystar
We pray that would know guide the man nameless faces
Men and women in prison, Lord, God, sovereign God
You are the one, the only one that has guided us
Now also guide them, guide through the storm, Father
Guide them through the storm in the name of Jesus
Father, I need you more than ever
Guide me, guide me
Come on and guide me, God
Guide me
Guide me now
Guide me
Come on and guide me
Guide me
Come on and guide me
Guide me
Come on and guide me now
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