CATCH

Verse 1:
Me & my dad would play catch
At highland park
It probably was the safest—
For a father & his son (alike)
To jog around the bases.—
I’d (would) throw it over his head
Tryna control my greatness
He would say
Son We playing catch not chase
If you can
Always clean up the mess you made
Most of these cowards turn they back
Guess they was just to fraid
Don’t be that
I Talk to God
& pay attention to his feedback
Through awareness
& the signs he showed me
Lead me here
I was climbing why they slept
I define what’s in my breath
I can’t count the times i asked for help
& God was always there
When they stop & stare
I understand who i give the praise to
The amazing graceful
Jehovah Jireh to womb I’m thankful
You learn to sacrifice
In this life
& you gain some favor
Cheating on ya Queen
Ain’t KING
& I can’t embrace ya
But say less
Just a kid dreaming
Bout my greatness
& learning bout patience
While me & my dad would play catch