Troubles with God

Track 15 - Volume II
Production: Blackbird Productions (The Author)


Almost everyone knows that old saying, "When it rains, it pours". Mostly because of just how true it seems to be. Life is pretty good at waiting until things are already going wrong to make even more things go wrong, and a lot of times it seems like it's too much to handle.

A lot of people find solace by placing their faith in a higher being, a practice I'm very familiar with. Unfortunately however, if you do have faith and your life only seems to be getting worse, you might start to have a problem with the concept of a God. Even more so if you believe that god is watching over you. With that thought process in mind, let me tell ya'll a story.

Lyrics

These troubles with God are getting too hard.

I’ve been taking so many hits; I’ve got scars on top of scars.

I’ve been taking too many shots; I’ve been seeing some stars.

Uppercut and spin kicked with no pause to hit start.

Health at one percent, but somehow I stay alive.

The more life throws at me, the more I defy.

It’s exhausting to say the least, but at least I’m trying.

Though I lose a bit of strength with every premature goodbye.   

A reminder: there’s no escaping this struggle.

The more I sharpen my teeth, the more he tightens the muzzle.

Honestly, I’m about to snap, ‘cause where I’m at there’s no going back.

All I need is some slack, and I can’t even get that.

They say God doesn’t give you more than you can handle, but doesn’t give enough to burn both ends of this candle.

I guess it’s why they made suicide a sin, ‘cause it seems the game of life its impossible to win.

And if I dare glance outside, I know I won’t be greeted with any ray of light.

I’ll probably see that other motherfucker drive by.

Haven’t seen him years, but it’s never enough time.

He gives me a wave letting me know he’s coming through.

In his busted ass hooptie, all I can think is “Fuck you,”

You’re never invited; though I guess this time you let us know.

It’s about the same when you don’t though. It still blows.

And so you come through, then you take somebody new

We’d rather you not take anyone, but it doesn’t matter to you.

You leave what’s left of a family clouded with grief.

Make it hard to do anything, especially sleep.

So, maybe you can tell me how is god doing these days.

He’s only been sending troubles my way.

But sending you again, that’s just ridiculous.

He was already trying to break my spirit; now I guess he’s serious.

So please god, try to break my spirit again.

Because the tougher you make it, the more it makes me want to win.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall, and you been making my troubles too big

I’m going to best ‘em all.

Made my own slingshot out of drive and perseverance, so I see your goliath as only more experience.

After all, you can’t level up without beating the demons.

But now I’m feeling kind of bad, cause your demons are fleeing.

Try to use greed, dangle that proverbial carrot. But that’s not why I run; I can see you trying to damn it.

I see you’re getting lazier while I’m getting more lavish, I’m seeing more girls that see no point in wearing the habit.

Now I don’t mean to offend those that do believe.

But God hasn’t been doing much for me recently.

Maybe that’ll change, but for the time being, I’ll believe in the only thing I can, and that’s me.