Grace

Ayy, so afraid these days, folks tellin' me what I can't say

But I know different and I can pray

For the ones livin' in the grandstands

Nosebleeds up there where the man's plans

Change every minute and they can't stand

On they own two, cause they rip through the cardboard floors

Lookin' at their plans and they close those doors

That opened up once to them, but they backed down slow

Cause the program that they once knew ran out of hope and

They gave up cause it got too heavy

Man, I relate to that, feel a bit wavy