Believe

I came home after a trip to Atlanta, a different planet Is where they thought I came from after my ship had landed Truth is I had this meeting with God and confessed my sin And he gave me this new beginning all I could do then was pen it I came home after a trip to Atlanta, a different planet Is where they thought I came from after my ship had landed Truth is I had this meeting with God and confessed my sin And he gave me this new beginning all I could do then was pen it All down in my notebook, just a lot of verses Me learning how not to curse was like learning to write in cursive She still flirting with me even though we up in church And I'm fighting to memorize all these verses up in the word You would have never seen it coming A couple months ago I'm getting high with my cousin And fast forward now around campus I am buzzing Not really but it felt like that, it felt like rap was just another passion Never thought I'd be at the Grammy's talking about my fashion You don't believe in God? Well how do you explain what happened? I promise we ain't plan it, now Christians unashamed from Zambia to Manhattan Still looking for the pattern? Come On What would it take to make you believe? More fire from the sky? Another part in the sea? The honest truth is, that you ain't got the power to see And let me take you on this journey, it all started with me Wassup What would it take to make you believe? More fire from the sky? Another part in the sea? The honest truth is, that you ain't got the power to see And let me take you on this journey, it all started with me Wassup Most of the things I thought I'd never do I did though And I ain't nothing but a man standing up on his tiptoes Shoutout to Kirk Franklin, but I ain't him I'm what happens when hip-hop lets all the Saints in I wouldn't call it gospel music, but I'm Christian though And this what happen when a Christian flow Now it's funny cause I don't really got a home And this industry saying leave him alone Unless he become a clone Have me singing the same old songs, no power in 'em But I'm too hard to understand, I'm an algorithm And evidently it's evidence I'm a resident Of somewhere that you know that you oughta be but you never been So try to get used to me, cause I'mma settle in Reminding you to settle your heavenly settlement A sight for sore eyes, or an eyesore, it don't matter I own a label, and guess what, I'mma sign more --- Believe - Lecrae