More Reason To Pray

35 years

And I'm still here

Little blood, sweat, and a whole lot of tears

Broke a few ribs

Made a few kids

Spent the last dime on a couple of beers

If I ever had some time alone

Probably waste it all out on my phone

35 years

And I'm still here

Whole lot of smoke, but it's starting to clear

I ain't the type to spend nights on my knees

With my hands up and head to the sky

I ain't the type to get up on a Sunday and put on a suit and a tie

I turn up every night on the weekend

Might end up wrong side of the deep end

But what can I say?

More reason to pray

If I could do it all again and choose a different way

I'd probably do it all again and wouldn't change a thing (facts)

You can't recognize the beauty if you skip the pain

That's just part of the game

They know me as the light of the party

They don't see all the darkness inside me (huh?)

But I'm still here

Told the man upstairs He can take it from here

Yeah, yeah

I ain't the type to spend nights on my knees

With my hands up and head to the sky

I ain't the type to get up on a Sunday and put on a suit and a tie

I turn up every night on the weekend

Might end up wrong side of the deep end

But what can I say?

More reason to pray (ooh)

Amazing grace, yeah, it sounds so sweet (ooh)

I done found it in these streets (ooh)

It saved a poor wretch like me (ooh)

Like me

I ain't the type to spend nights on my knees

With my hands up and head to the sky

I ain't the type to get up on a Sunday and put on a suit and a tie

I turn up every night on the weekend

Might end up wrong side of the deep end

But what can I say?

More reason to pray