Problem Child

Young hooligan

Acting a fool again

They don't know what to do with him

Not getting through to him

What're the rules to him

Was it his schooling made him like this

He needing more tools to win

And needing more God to conquer

Each and every thought and whim

Working on finding work

Instead of work finding him

Glass brim-full in his eyes

Nothing left to lose

Going out his mind

Trying to find ways to cope

Outside of being online

All the time is wasted to this point

He taste a void a lot

But never fill it hardly any

Card got pennies on it

For your thoughts he plenty ready

And he ought to be, honestly

He spinning heavy out

Control already lost

His conscience say he need a change

His shadow frame it at what cost

Three months into a restart

Weak heart no longer present

Gaining knowledge and resolve

Now he replete with essence

All the glory to the Lord

Start to see a pathway forward

And it wasn't 'cause his efforts

But he hope to see forever

Always been the problem child

But I'm still my mama's child

Hoping when the commas pile

All the drama go mild

Always been the problem child

But I'm still my mama's child

Hoping when the commas pile

All the drama go mild

Searching for my purpose

Since I heard His Word

Thou shalt worship the Lord thy God

And Him only shalt thou serve

Coming from the dirt

I know that death's what I deserve

Thank you El Shaddai and Jesus Christ

For every breath I get in turn

Humility before honor

Father, mold me on your potter's wheel

I hope to trust you wholly

So do with me as you will

And to my future family

When you see me, know you can be

So much greater than me and that's

What I'm hoping for more than anything

'Til then I'll be on it

Making dreams into reality

So that when we finally meet

There won't be any days

When you won't eat

There won't be any nights

When you won't sleep

With a roof over your head and

Away from the streets

Where there's fiends and deceit

And cops on the beat

Instead you can lean back

Kick your feet up and relax

With your mind at ease

And your heart at peace

Take it from me

God will order your steps

When you humble yourself

And you ask for His help

Always been the problem child

But I'm still my mama's child

Hoping when the commas pile

All the drama go mild

Always been the problem child

But I'm still my mama's child

Hoping when the commas pile

All the drama go mild

Always been the problem child

Hoping when the commas pile

But I'm still my mama's child

All the drama go mild

All the drama go