Natural (Inspired by GR4VES by Konrad OldMoney)

Introduction: What? WHAT? Can this world give me that the devil has already stolen from me? A job? Family? Friends? Money? A woman? Things? Keep it! Because MY GOD! Is gonna take it all back and leave everything that I DO NOT NEED! EVERYTHING! And I do mean everything and multiply it! Get ready Devil. I am coming from you now! 

Chorus: 
Oh ye of little faith.
Slowly just digging your grave. 
Acting like a perfect saint. 
Sick of your dreams. Sick of your games.
The secrets you try to keep.
Cover it in gold and heap. 
Hard for you to go to sleep. 
Sick of your dreams. Sick of your games, games, games, games. 
Sick of your dreams and lack of faith, faith, faith, faith. 
Slowly but surely digging your grave, grave, grave, grave. 
Acting just but ain't awake. 
You so called perfect saint. 
Sick your dreams. Sick of your games. 

Verse 1: 
Watched many shows? Same old thing. 
Read many books. Enlightening. 
Learned a lot. Study some more. 
Living life? Such a chore. 
Hiding my face. Such a disgrace. 
Did many things. Rely on bling. 
Buried spirits that haunting me. 
For I do not know so I do not see. 
Hurting folks? My forte. 
It's ok. I'm sorry. 
He forgives and forgets. 
Did I learn anything?
Not really. Hit. 
Getting away and take. 
That is the role that I play. 
Judging me before others. 
Don't really feel like acting like a brother. 

Chorus: 
Oh ye of little faith.
Slowly just digging your grave. 
Acting like a perfect saint. 
Sick of your dreams. Sick of your games. 
The secrets you try to keep.
Cover it in gold and heap. 
Hard for you to go to sleep. 
Sick of your dreams. Sick of your games, games, games, games. 
Sick of your dreams and lack of faith, faith, faith, faith. 
Slowly but surely digging your grave, grave, grave, grave. 
Acting just but ain't awake. 
You so called perfect saint. 
Sick your dreams. Sick of your games. 

Verses 2: 
Megachurches? Don't worry. 
I am reaching for his glory. 
I said some screwed up ish. 
But through his mercy,  he forgives.
At least I am not a fake. 
I got tired of hiding ok?
Around many people and gang. 
Doing the same old thing.
Looking at many sites. 
Oh what a sight. 
The happiness started to fade. 
My hope began to wade. 
Why worried about other's money? 
Better yourself right honey. 
Y'all judging me and that's nice. 
But I am revealing who I am. Twice. 
That's why I am gonna get delivered. 
And never ever be bewildered. 
And yes I was led astray. 
But he brings me back the other way. 
The renewal of my strength. 
The guide to my light. 
Knocking on satan's door. 
You took a lot from me. FIGHT! 

Chorus: 
Oh ye of little faith.
Slowly just digging your grave. 
Acting like a perfect saint. 
Sick of your dreams. Sick of your games. 
The secrets you try to keep.
Cover it in gold and heap. 
Hard for you to go to sleep. 
Sick of your dreams. Sick of your games, games, games, games. 
Sick of your dreams and lack of faith, faith, faith, faith. 
Slowly but surely digging your grave, grave, grave, grave. 
Acting just but ain't awake. 
You so called perfect saint. 
Sick your dreams. Sick of your games. (x2) 

Numbers 14:33

GIVE IT ALL BACK SATAN! 
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Why is the song titled natural? Because those who remain in the natural, will forever be lead astray, misguided by others and continue to have a lack of faith in nothing.