Lost and Confused

[Verse 1] Yeah Young Blood in the game tryna work holy entertainment Neophyte in danger zone of giving the wrong information I don’t wanna accidently side with the side that I’m against But the wisdom that I lack leaves me open with no defense Trials await to test me I think I might say something absurd Ironic it is, a son of a pastor who doesn’t know a thing from the word Media, texts, and quotes, I catch em as they fly by my head Not thinking for a moment of all the fake ideas that I’ve been fed I got so many questions, received a whole lot of answers So confused on which ones are actually correct compared to others Tatted up like graffiti with all bling, is that to be frowned upon What if the woman that I love isn’t dedicated to God Friends, pastors, Christian rappers, counselors, who should I turn to I’m hearing all these different things, I really don’t know what to do Ambition in my veins, passion for The Lord, I got ideas in mind But the fire must burn food for thought or it’ll starve and die Questioning my faith, asking myself right from wrong, feeling morose Knocked out from pondering and now I’m locked inside comatose Am I just talking the talk, I say I’m Christian but I ain’t know a thing Hypocrite that claims he goes 116 and reps for the King of kings Wanna learn and correct my views of Christ, yeah trust me I do But the thoughts I heed from everywhere got me lost and confused If I don’t gain spiritually growth, please God don’t let me rap nonsense I don’t want followers to tumble in their walk because of my own mess [Hook] People always tell me so many different things These multiple answers, keep on making me asking From all these choices to choose, I don’t know what to do Numerous truths all around got me lost and confused I need to sharpen my sword if the truth is what I wanna figure Need to sharpen my sword if the truth is what I wanna figure Need to sharpen my sword if the truth is what I wanna figure Need to sharpen my sword, in those pages the truth is what I’ll figure [Verse 2] Nonbelievers ask simple questions like how is your religion the right one I might stutter and think, in my mind I’m thinking why am I so dumb Leaders and the staff hit me up, asking if I wanna be on the team Such a great opportunity, but my knowledge of verses are weak I tell others that my dream is to give encouragement with music But I’m just rhyming words, take me outta this gig I need a fix I guess it was rightful for my haters to give me all sorts of doubt Just another kid in the industry who doesn’t know what he’s talking about Da T.R.U.T.H. told me to swallow my pride, go forgive, and live Easier said than done, do you even have a clue of what they did You can hear it in my voice I still carry all those burdens on my back I call myself a Christ repper, yeah I rep but doing is what I lack My relationship with God is more tight than ever But after all this I wonder if I’m really that close to my Father Was told speak your mind and go about talking, asking, and rambling While Francis Chan told me how that’s not the right way of praying I’m being ashamed and meek while the world throws names at my Lord Worthless demon slayer who doesn’t take time to sharpen his sword Almost heading towards college that’s where the real tests begin Taking on a genius like Professor Moriarty, long shot win [Hook]