Footprints

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