Footprints

Lyrics

Chorus You know there's footprints in the sand right? You know there's footprints in the sand right? You know there's footprints in the sand right? You know there's footprints in the sand right? Even when you thought you had a sad life A lot of situations had you mad tight Think about your darkest times you had light You know there's footprints in the sand right? Right, right Verse 1 My mother told me that having my own seed would make my love get much deeper And putting God in my music's like the ultimate feature Can you imagine how you'd feel, if you go from starving artist to a major label rapper, then a substitute teacher? My life was full of contradictions like a drug-dealing preacher Trying to find an earthy, bourgeois, curvy, humble, cute diva Used to think I was defined by what comes through your speakers And I would never get acknowledged until I run with the reaper When you start to envision your memorial service Or when you move big pounds and you don't get too nervous It's like you're looking for the bottom I'm just glad I ain't get knocked or I ain't pick up an addiction I was close to the furnace With hellfire waiting, Lucifer whispering, I was listening Picturing taking pills or receiving judicial discipline I was given a mission then, there were kids who were entering Dangerous situations, and I was one of the middlemen intervening in lives, yo I had to believe There's no coincidences, even when your happiness leaves When I was thinking how the Heaven could this happen to me One set of footprints, He was carrying me And you're mad at the world like each day you face a lying mirror Every second birth is further, dying's nearer Maybe when you stop complaining's when your mind gets clearer In this homicidal and violent era Pray for my prey Chorus You know there's footprints in the sand right? You know there's footprints in the sand right? You know there's footprints in the sand right? You know there's footprints in the sand right? Even when you thought you had a sad life A lot of situations had you mad tight Think about your darkest times you had light You know there's footprints in the sand right? Right, right Verse 2 It's like when Christopher Wallace got a divorce from his beautiful wife, there are times when we all lose faith It's just like the twenty-dollar bill, when your life gets kinda real and sometimes you need a new face A lot of us carry around baggage From past hurt that happened Can't fly with a heavy suitcase You been at your job for mad years but your dreams attract fear, you'll never make it, you play it too safe Somebody was asking if I was underground, we don't see Categories, classifications when you speak so free Is it hip-hop gospel? I just bleed on beats And what's an emotional gangsta? An "Emo" G If I'm in everybody's phone like an emoji between the numbers and the mic, that's the t-o-p, I did it Same cat that used to c-o-p from weedspots ducking c-o-p's, walks with G-O-D Chorus You know there's footprints in the sand right? You know there's footprints in the sand right? You know there's footprints in the sand right? You know there's footprints in the sand right? Even when you thought you had a sad life A lot of situations had you mad tight Think about your darkest times you had light You know there's footprints in the sand right? Right, right Verse 3 I don't do religion I don't look down on you if you're still on your journey If you gang affiliated, unaware of His mercy If you focused on Foamposites, I'm focused on deposits, and giving you deep logic, hoping I ain't too wordy I remember telling my mother that I didn't feel worthy I said the bed I had at six is where I sleep and I'm thirty I remember when my girl told me I did her dirty She called off the wedding, and I pretended that it ain't hurt me But the truth is I was nervy, like that night that I hurried on the road from a trip moving work, outside of Jersey When the cops pulled the guns my vision got crazy blurry But the tears didn't come out of fear, they came from fury I remember thinking don't let them squeeze first, and turn me to a hashtag, trending topic, viral clip, t-shirt God must have softened the heart of officer mean jerk I made it home to bed, my aunt Betty said that I need church I ain't disagree with that I ain't raise my tone, I just know the house of worship extends when you're not at home Like the time those young Crips grabbed my chain and pulled out their chrome, One bullet was a warning, the other flew past my dome I was gone off Henny, I really could've been gone They were Warriors, and all of those shots got me out my zone Your soul, your spirit's a gift, it's not a loan There's a reason why you even exist, and you're not alone But…just like Bruce Wayne on that dark night He lost his parents, sometimes it's a hard fight We want followers, but followers they crossed Christ Still can't believe you took Sean Price, I need this chorus Chorus 2 I know there's footprints in the sand right I know there's footprints in the sand right I know there's footprints in the sand right I know there's footprints in the sand right Even when I thought I had a sad life A lot of situations had me mad tight Think about my darkest times I had light I know there's footprints in the sand right