Way Home (feat. Shayne Smith)

Yeah

It's been a long road

So long, so long yeah

Yo, Shayne, talk to them

I been on the grind too long

Tryna make it on my own

Now I gotta right these wrongs

Tryna find my way home, yeah

I been on the grind too long

Tryna make it on my own

Now I gotta right these wrongs

Tryna find my way home, yeah

Yeah

Look

I'm tryna right my wrongs

Funny these same wrongs help me write the song, ye

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow

I'm pulled the broad way

But the road I want is narrow

Uh

That's word to Sean Slaughter

I'm on the righteous path, trynna stay up out the blotter

I ain't gotta curse on my verse to sound hard

I live my life free

While standing behind bars

While you worry bout the goat debate

And who blew the spot

I'm a native Floridian

So tell me who's really hot, huh?

One bae, one baptism

I got one life and

One practicum

Yeah, and that's a lifetime

That's why I write rhymes

So you can find new life inside of these lines

If you can read signs

Get up out the confines and realize

True life lies within the Son's vine

I been on the grind too long

Tryna make it on my own

Now I gotta right these wrongs

Tryna find my way home, yeah

I been on the grind too long

Tryna make it on my own

Now I gotta right these wrongs

Tryna find my way home, yeah

I understand that

Everyday's a grind

Battle of the mind

Runnin' out of time

But if I seek then I'ma find

The peace that passes all yo

I can't understand it

The hand that holds me

Same one that flung the planets

And hung them in they space

Put them in they place

Same hand gives mercy and amazing grace

But if I'm being honest

Ministry's a grind

But the good kind

That points to God's design

It wants to lift to up

It wants to pull you in

It wants to bring you home

So that you not alone

So if your minds blown

Spinning like a cyclone

You ain't gotta act grown

Just remember love shown

Come up off the corner

Stand on the cornerstone

Jesus on the throne

The eternal chaperone

So if you hearing me and

You been on the grind too long

Time to quit and come back home

Christ is where you belong

I been on the grind too long

Tryna make it on my own

Now I gotta right these wrongs

Tryna find my way home, yeah

I been on the grind too long

Tryna make it on my own

Now I gotta right these wrongs

Tryna find my way home, yeah

My mind can get black and

Spark some dark thoughts

Gotta talk it out

Go look at some ink blots

Mental health matters

I think about that a lot

A therapist can help you avoid that gunshot (blaow)

That bar's a dot

But got you in ear shot

But let us go out like that

I can not

Look Christ can right my wrongs

Funny the same Christ got me writing songs