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Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of deathI will fear no evil, for you are with meYour rod and your staff, they comfort meI honestly grow insecure as I get olderCuz' even when you hot there comes a day when you get colderComes a day when you slower, time is taking its toll45 on the back of the jersey upon your soulI'm scared of letting go, I don't know what the future holdsMy nightmares are having nightmaresI'm quite scared of what's right and fairHow I fear an eternityWill I hear well done when he turn to me?Will I hear you care too much aboutAll this stuff that really don't matter?You chase the wind and you don't want itGot to the top of a 2 foot ladderWhat's after I can capture all this mess my heart was after?Will I end up empty-handed when I stand before my master?Did I master the mathematics of a passive disaster?Add in my selfish ambitionAll the while, subtracting what mattersI don't knowAt late nights, I can't sleepWill I fall? Will I peep?SongtexteThrough the curtains, all I see, fingers pointed at meAnd they watching, and they watchingAnd I'm wondering what they thinking?thinking bout'At late nights, I can't sleepCounting cash, counting sheepThrough the curtains, all I see fingers pointed right at meAnd I'm watching, and I'm watchingAnd I'm wondering what they thinking? thinking bout'it allIn high school, we tried to act all toughI remember a couple times, I couldn't back that upLike when I ran from them vatos, scuffing up my sapatosScared of losing my high, I was so embarrased insideIf I could go back in time, I would stand and say something likeI ain't never scared, never scared, never scaredI'm lying, I'm scared of these thoughts in my headI'm scared of possibly pushing people right over the ledgeWhen I say I pledge allegiance to the struggleThen, I turn around and buckleUnder stress and under pressureBible on my dresser that can teach my pain a lessonBut I rather not address itAddress that's in depressionI'm scared if I confess itThat you gon' look at me like I'm something lessAnd I'm such a messC'est lui qui a peur d'admettre ses craintesEt c'est lui qui ne pourra pas les surmonterOn trouve la liberté dans la confessionEt la liberté dans la reconnaissanceAnd it just so happen, I'm wrestling with my statusI'm trying to see me like He do, not focusing on this madnessThey count on me, count me out on a count of they fear and doubtsKeep account of my wrongs, trying to keep me inside they houseSome just keep me around, I wonder what that's aboutYeah! They wanna be politically correct, I supposeBut?I'm comfortable in my skinWhile they just pretending they clothesI'm scared of falling and failingIn front of all of my foesAnd I feel some friends are unfaithfulSo, I keep my small circle closedI don't want no handouts or favors, no functional saviorsI'ma tell that truth till it kill meI'm chilling with my CreatorJesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus to all of my hatersFor the ones that think I forgot himAnd the ones who won't let me sayI ain't scared no mo'At late nights, I can't sleepWill I fall? Will I peep?Through the curtains, all I see, fingers pointed at meAnd they watching, and they watchingAnd I'm wondering what they thinking?thinking bout'At late nights, I can't sleepCounting cash, counting sheepThrough the curtains, all I see fingers pointed right at meAnd I'm watching, and I'm watchingAnd I'm wondering what they thinking? thinking bout'it allEverybody alwaysThey gon have something to say rather you like it or notEverybody alwaysThey gon' have something to sayBaby, don't take it to heartSomething they say???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Aus Songtexte Mania