Take my hand as I take you through the journey of what my eyes see
and you’ll understand of the faith that I seek.
The dirt on my face gives me the food that I eat
the clothes that I wear
and the sheets where I sleep.
I may have no title
nor riches to claim,
but just the faith that someday,
God will come save me from pain.
I am a simple man you see,
who does what he can for those who plead
for mercy of the violence they constantly see.
I keep to myself,
as my friends like to speak
a gun is their shepherd
from the streets that they flee.
I pay them no mind
as they act on their deeds,
This is how we survive, they say,
You must be quick on your feet.
In this cut throat city,
there’s no room for lost minds.
People rather catch bullets,
then go and save lives.
But I pray and I pray
god will come and save me and my brothers someday,
for we are all just saints,
with no vain in our names.