By Design Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

See

There was no mold to break

After God created me

Fearfully and wonderfully

He made me unique

He gave me these big brown eyes

Inserted this gap in my teeth

Spoken words on my tongue

Even before I could speak

When I was only one my loving mommy dies

Picked up a pen and pad at the age of nine

And in the middle of night I begin to write

I miss you mom

Letters into rhymes

Heartbroken child who cried so many nights

And this went on and on into adult life

And for so many years I was asking why

But with no reply

Nah

With No reply

In grade school one of those who follow rules

And I was always getting picked on for what I do

In the crowd nah I don't ever fit

Isolated yeah I was separate

It's junior high yeah and I chose to hide

And truthfully there's so many reasons why

Praying, God please just get me through this day

And keep this little lamb from becoming prey

And all the teachers said I should just ignore

Yeah stick and stones

They breaking bones

But for some reason they don't seem to realize

These words they be cutting me to my core

I'm 17

And I'ma mother now

And I gotta do this all on my own somehow

Yeah he was there

And said he cared

But now

He don't wanna claim his child

My insecurities high

And my esteem is down

Mixed with self conscious

And some self doubt

God I really do

I need Your help now

My God please I really need your help now

Some encouraging words

From my granny's mouth

She told me

That I am not to worry bout

See I'm unique

I'm a different piece

One of a kind

Meant to stand out

Now young adult

And I'm so filled with anger

And I got me

Some real trust issues

You get too close

And I proceed with caution

Cuz all I'm seeing

Is the danger in it

Now I got a clouded mind

With a tainted view

And just so many probs

With no solu

Been calling you

But I can't get through

Lord, I've been calling you

Yeah

But I can't get through

Then Life got real

When I got ill

It was 15 years

Before I got healed

Most my years

Yeah

They was filled with struggle

It was pay my tithes

Or either pay my bills

Being tested yeah

Now that's for every man

Lord your thoughts are good

With a hopeful plan

I can not lean on mine

And try to understand

Nah I can not lean on mine

And try to understand

Year two thousand

One and nine

Lord your message came

And it was right on time

Said it served a purpose

There was no mistakes

And it was all

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