Vanessa's Youngest Son

Ponder on my future on a mountain top

Stranded in a forest watching water from a fountain

I can hear my thoughts loudly, distant from the crowd

Keep it off the scene I only let the family surround me

I'm doing better now, meet Vanessa's youngest child

She done did real good with raising us and I say it proudly, and Troy Sr

My demons at the door creeping

Burying my pride, helpless screaming for the Lord weeping

Weakness in my soul

Life is a blizzard I been freezing in the cold needing Jesus

Tryna sleep through the season, requesting for a path to light

Flesh turn to ashes in the end I'm only asking for eternal life