By Faith

Look up at the sky homie

You can't do it over when you die homie

It's too many following the blind homie

I know that the Lord got his eyes on me

When I seek his face he crack a smile on me

I know when I'm low my God gon ride for me

I was sliding in the Rolla brand new tires on it

When I got it it had way too many miles on it

I used to clear my mind like every night with it

All my faith got counted to my righteousness

Everybody wanna live they life in bliss

But when you live in sin you gotta die in it