Man you gotta recall, you've got a cornucopia of grace
Abounding in compassion and copious with embracing
Every part of you, whether prodigal, wearing Prada articles
A heart of coal, the private or the audible
This ain't just for the privileged
Invitation for the broken and limited
Brothers who are struggling, feel like giving in
With the spirit of a swine eating in the mud again
I know what's it's like to be not good enough
Falling short of high hopes Adam Morrison
Down for the count harboring doubt
Parents try not to frown when you tell 'em no Harvard or Brown
Ow really hurts your pride, doesn't it
Like Tyson lit your stomach up with a dozen licks
My soul's nose diving, yea straight to the dirt
Broken propellers of worth guiding these wings of my hurt
For my bones, they are troubled
Powerless and weak
Feeling weary, do you hear me
Can you save me from this shame
And I'm trapped, in this rubble
I just wanna leave
Feeling weary, do you hear me
Can you save me from this shame
Take it all away
I wanna find a relief
For all the pressure that I'm feeling, and I gotta believe
I got a fountain by the vine I could sit and I sip
Taking a dip in living water, should I resist
When this achy breaky soul keeps yearning for it
Got a jarful of shame and I keep it pouring out
Top it off with a bit of guilt
In a chilled glass brim overfilled
So pardon me, so pardon me
It's seeping into every single part of me
The fallen me, the fallen me
I hate it and I'm tryna get it out of me
I hear the crowing every morning, it reminds me
I'm a failure, this shiny piece of agony
Can rub in my face so politely
Feeling like a dog on a tight leash I wanna be free