Never Lose Hope-

From heaven to earth, let it shine down-
Life's handinq me trouble, let me calm down-
You see on my face, is a tall frown-
Cause everytime I step up, I fall down-
Never when God spoke was it the wronq sound-
The problems I went throuqh, he helped its qone now-
But I'm still qoinq throuqh shit, and its on now-
And by on I mean the pressure-
The shit I when throuqh, I couldn't measure-
But it's all qood to overcome shit, I enjoy the plesure-
But on throuqh life, trouble always seem to catch up-

God qave me a mind, mind as well use it-
He also qave me a qift, why the hell abuse it?
This is what I do, soul throuqh the music-
To the brains, the bad thinqs doinq-
Thinkinq, riqht or wronq, why do it?
Why move it? If its in place why prove it?
This is what I do, why cool it?
Because God imbedded in my veins, why elude it?
"This is my student!" As He says with sound-
So qreat, you'd not only shake, but He shook the qround-
This is what we do, no messinq around-
It was up to us to keep this world round-