Amen - Logic

This right here for anyone who ride with me

Heard me laugh, watch me cry, did time with me

In the game, not just on the sideline with me

I’m a sinner, I’ll admit it, but I got God with me

Been to Hell and back twice just to feel the burn

If your ass don’t fall down then you’ll never learn

I just wanna be the best that I can be

I just wanna be me, even if it sound naive

I thought acceptance from others it would set me free

But it didn’t, no

Oh, no, it never did

No matter what I say, no matter what I give

Sometimes people make me question if I wanna live

We call that a dark day, such a dark day

But I know tomorrow gon' come, it gon' come my way

And I know in my heart it’s gon' be a better day, it’s gon' be a better day

That’s why I came here to say

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We make plans and God laughs

Feel like the older I get, the quicker time pass

Some people live in the past, others live in a flask

Even your picture-perfect life, it could be gone in a flash

Texting on your way to work and now your brains on the dash

We all powerless

'Specially people think power last

I ain’t cowardice, but sometimes wish I lived behind a mask

'Cause facing this world it’s such a rigorous task

It feel like the world wanna put me in the casket

Wish I was stronger, wish I could just get past it

If you feelin' how I’m feelin' when the song play, blast it

If you feelin' how I’m feelin' when you hear this, let me get an…

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This right here for anyone who ride with me

Heard me laugh, watch me cry, did time with me

In the game, not just on the sideline with me

I’m a sinner, I’ll admit it, but I got God with me

Came up on Section 8 and I made it, yo, mom, look

Writin' these raps in a Louis Vuitton rhyme book

I never thought I’d make it out the hood and now I’m shook

I finally made it out my hood, everybody look

I’m across the street waving where the grass is greener

Hating on how far I’ve come, I don’t give a damn, Gina

This a celebration with no invitation

This the last one then I’m done, permanent vacation

Only place I felt I belonged was Babel station

Cooking crack, cooking crack for my generation

Now it’s time to conclude the incredible true story, and transformation

Salutations