Wit - Ask lyrics

[Hook: Kelly Kelz] I know how you feel, and I won't tell a soul These wounds don't ever heal, the scars you never show I'll help you run away, but promise not to go Come take my hand, I'll always understand Just ask [Spoken: Christon Gray] I know exactly where you are, you're lost You tried this world, it'll never work Jesus, He's real, He's waiting for you He willed that no man will perish Come on man, come on young lady Just ask, come on [Verse 1: Christon Gray] Now I can see the warzone where no man grow old Where the rain turn red and the wind don't blow And I really ain't tryna go, I got the door closed It's me O' Lord, first and foremost Let me hit the flow before I put on these war clothes Ain't afraid to admit that I'm a fiend in need of a sure dose In need of a morsel, please just one I know you gotta feed your sons and your daughters But even dogs gotta eat the crumbs, and I'm starving A runaway from the Hunger Games Been chosen but I don't wanna play There ain't no other way, since I was born in sin I'mma have to k**, be k**ed, or be born again Even the heartless got a conscience Repentance is admission of unsettled debts And I'm just praying for the one who ain't said it yet [Hook: Kelly Kelz] I know how you feel, and I won't tell a soul These wounds don't ever heal, the scars you never show I'll help you run away, but promise not to go Come take my hand, I'll always understand Just ask [Verse 2: Dre Murray] Open your eyes, tell me what do you see Empathy and sorrow got me staring at the loose leaf A snapshot of my life and it's put together loosely ‘Cause if I tell it all then you're thinking that you knew me Sixteens can't capture the feeling that I felt When my momma sat me down and said Marcus got k**ed I call it so close, but they call it spilled milk Now I'm walking on this long road, praying that he knelt Down before the throne and the Son in the right seat I'll let you in on a secret that I might keep Though I'm really sad now, we ain't ever speak The truth inside me but I ain't wanna make a peep Aye look my little cousin dead in the street, ah! Aye look my little cousin dead in the street And I'm supposed to be your hands I'm supposed to be your feet And I ain't ever tell him, all he had to do was ask He made a call to the streets and they answered cash He ran a route so fast, both feet on the gas Ask and you'll receive, but I forgot to throw the pa** And now I'm living in the past, now I'm living in the past And now I'm living in the past [Hook: Kelly Kelz] I know how you feel, and I won't tell a soul These wounds don't ever heal, the scars you never show I'll help you run away, but promise not to go Come take my hand, I'll always understand Just ask