My God

Verse 1
They say I’m at the very end, but I’m seeing a start in this very pen/
The ink bleeds and plants thoughts that will increase, The Mic is the modulator so I speak of Big Dreams/
Name is The Holstar, the game knows me well that’s why I’ll never divorce ya/
But I might just choose to separate, see I severed hate from my life but you put me in between/
The cross-fire, I confess been through the wire, my eyes on the prize step by step will take me higher/
His grip will tire, F1 got grip on tires, not all that glitters, even if its Mariah/
His defiant, hard head but still reliant, whale in the sea but get bit like its piranha/
Spit with honour, who is the King Indeed? Look up and then believe!

Hook (Wezi)
Dear God, I Thank You – for everything you’ve done for me x 2

Verse 2
So we still ask ourselves, is it mind over matter or man chooses to put his mind on a platter/
Do we dissect ourselves and ask what are we doing here? But it’s the unknown that determines what we do with fear/
My crew is here, one of the best that did it (chea), still I choose to stick to my guns they say the dude is weird/
Underground Label, then they put me in a box, then I broke free, cause I was never in the box/
With false prophets, I made sense with no profit – Life is a cup; Milk and Sugar no coffee/
But I will still take it Black, Melanin intrusion I will not take it back/
I thank God for these gifts that he gives me and I pray that he lives and works through me/
The little things I try to do, one day I’ll give it all to you/

Hook (Wezi)
Dear God, I Thank You – for everything you’ve done for me x 4