Jealous Lyrics

I'm feeling

how do I become what I know that I'll be one day?

I'm feeling jealous of my future self

Pursuing a vision if you wanna help

I do this for you I don't do it for wealth

I'm doing it different I'm moving in stealth

The dude on a mission to prove what he sells

Is music as well as truly therapeutic as hell

I'll tell you from personal burdens the damage

The human condition can do to your health

It's brutal as hell, still we all gotta live with it

If we're all made in God's image

Then we probably ain't really built different

How it feel swimming while you witness the ship sinking?

You thinking your thin skin is a real prison

Well then find the passion that'll nourish your spirit

Then make every dollar a meal ticket, I'm full

Hungry and full of myself

Feeling awful and I'm feeling myself

Was tiptoeing closer to kill

But I'll stay for a while

Pray for survival, then Josh came by and gave me a bible

Still haven't read it, I'm feeling pathetic

I said I'd begin it today, but maybe tomorrow

He told me to start with the book of Matthew

It's hard to deny the existence of God when he looking at you

In spite of that I wouldn't put it past you

Bless

At you, there was a time when I couldn't stand you

Now I be trying to get Jeremiah 29:11 as a tattoo

The Good Book isn't past due

My future self, told me that I was declining my health

Why would I so vehemently deny I need help

When I need help, my skin was burning bad but I couldn't smell

I couldn't feel it, my mind and my spirit put rhyme over lyric

For 5 or so years, I was blind to my ears

And my eyes couldn't hear me, but now I see clearly

It's different lately, now all my writtens crazy

Now every lyric I spit amazing

Now picture this; if I just didn't make it

All the music I didn't make and I wouldn't get the chance to

Now I'll speak to God in public like Chance do

After I crumbled and fell, he put me back together strong as a statue

Now there ain't nothing I can't do

Tonight Ima open the book of Matthew

Hard to deny the existence of God when he looking at you

In spite of that I wouldn't put it past you

Bless

At you, there was a time when I couldn't stand you

Now I be trying to get Jeremiah 29:11 as a tattoo

The Good Book isn't past due

How do I

How do I become what I know that I'll be one day?