When I was twenty-one, I met a man who later was my mentor
He told me that our dreams will always end in disappointment
And I remember then of just how much I was offended
I ghosted him, and never had a subsequent appointment
When I was twenty-three, I wrote a song addressed to God
Requesting He addresses a specific set of prayers
Eleven years later, still waiting for responses
On top of all the others that I sent Him through the years
I thought at twenty-four, that I’d be married to this girl
I was on and off with since I was sixteen (really)
Then again at twenty-six, then again at thirty-three
Zero for three; homie, my record is pristine.
And I don’t want to rap, I just really want to slow dance
I got too many passions, but my biggest one is romance
I need to talk to God, I’ve been running out of hope
This ain’t shekinah glory, but I’m looking for the smoke
Father… I think we gotta to talk about your “timing"
My whole en“tire” season is in dire “misalignment”
When I was just a kid, you put a vision in my chest
I’m thirty-freaking something, but You left it unaddressed
This season here is weird, ‘cause it’s partly a transition
But part of its identical with minimal distinction
My life is just a story stuck in character development
Chapter after chapter, but the plot isn’t progressing yet
Feeling more reclusive, I don’t eat like how I used to
Pleasures of the world feel increasingly more useless
And social media feeds the meaningless descent
The algorithm knows me much better than my friends
This isn’t what I wanted and I feel a bit disjointed.
The biggest dream I had seems to lead to disappointment.
I had it all figured out, yet I don’t
What do I do? Where do I go?
I had it all figured out, yet I...
Whatever. You are God, do as you freaking may
I just want to be okay with what You choose to take away
That’s all I ask.
That’s all I ask.
I just want to be okay with Your plan.
That’s all I ask.
That’s all I ask.
I just want to be content. That’s all I ask.