Intro: At our low points We can't let our joy dissolve Stay up Stay up, up, up Hook: I got a dollar in my pocket and million ideas in my head Thanking the Lord I got bread Thanking the Lord I got bread Thanking the Lord I got bread And I'm steady on the grind cuz the ants don't rest Eyes pierce struggle in a trance focused Steady on the grind cuz the ants don't rest Throwing up my hands kuz I am so blessed Verse 1: Yea It's like everyday I wake up Everybody around me is tryna get they cake up Everybody tryna survive and stay alive People be like where is the God in a 9-5 What you gon do? In the hood they be shooting Drugs a problem too In the burbs they be shooting Up And we're battling upstream And I be looking crazy when I begin to sing Tell them about the joy Enough with all the sorrow Tears falling tonight, but Ima smile tomorrow I ain't tellin stories but I pray you catch the moral On my shoulders you can lean and my ears you can borrow Where he hope at, put it in the air We getting too comfortable with them bullets in the air And I know that we're all responding to something But it's about time that I come with the triumphant (Hook) Verse 2: Eyes straight, head tilted down looking at an angle Staring at their phones but I'm looking up towards the Angels Pleading Lord please will you show me the way I can show the people you so we can get through the day And I ain't selling miracles, no money making schemes But I necessity I hear it though for tummy aches and screams People looking for love, in j**elry and salaries Hustlers move weight Ike crunches moved calories Dudes muggin, no Folgers involved People tryna survive only see the smoke and the fog Go from doing all right to where hope is dissolved Now they something like August cuz they close to a fall Yea Aww man how I wish I could take away the pain now I'm feeling childish I gotta ask the creator don't possess this type of splendor All grown up now I know when I should surrender (Hook) Verse 3: I can see it in his eyes, carry spirit so heavy I feel his heart broken like parents at cemeteries What I wanna provide, don't know if I am capable Praying that he hold it all together like a staple though Now I'm thinking maybe I should talk to him I feel it in my spirit go ahead just walk to him He asked me for some change but I'm broke myself So I said God bless you, what I spoke he felt Can compa**ion be exchanged in a handshake? I understand that if we touch and agree, that demands faith And on this man's face something changed Just because of the touch something got rearranged He coulda thought I was strange, but I realized We're invisible when we only really care about I War I wanna stop it Put love on the docket But while I got a dollar in my pocket, I'll speak Life (Hook) Inception: It's true I've dreamed Sheep feed the multitudes Who are you Where is your root? Human lack Or Divine gift Time for a shift And let's dance while we at it Guava Outro: I got bread Oh Thanking the Lord I got bread Oh