Prodigal son

[intro] I won't trample you ain't got a tribe.
I ain't indie.
But I'm Indian.
Not hindi.
 but a red skin.
[verse 1] Maybe that's the reason I'm better at dodging arrows than bullets. 
Satan prefers a bo anyway.
 so you bow to him.
When he gets an arrow in each knee.
But I got holy armor so he ain't hitting me.
[verse 2] You could call him old school.
But there ain't nothing new under the sun.
Harm is harm whether it's a blade or a gun.
And demons are still fighting but the war is done.
The holy one!
Wholey won!
[verse 3] For him It ain't no big deal!
Im From Tennessee just like him.
Not from bedford.
Not sleeping.
I'm from Knox.
Didn't grow up in the hood.
But I had a leaky roof.
But my mama was good.
[verse 4] Swallowed her pride so we could eat.
Even if It meant only lunch meat.
She went to the banks.
Not the ones with money.
But with the nice ladies who called you honey.
No bread in the house, financial or culinary.
My father neglected us so she had new weights to carry.
[verse 5] I hear some of y'all talk about everything you ain't have then mention your momma.
It's disrespectful to stick her with drama!
Even if there was trauma!
So I'll list what I did have to lift her up.
I always had a full cup, her full attention and full love!
we all got issues.
but she held me and gave me tissues.
Even when she needed to cry!
I felt awful when I saw her face after I said I wanted to die!
[verse 6] She took me to a doctor and tried her best.
While she was actively dying from stress!
Not a metaphor when I say my father was a tumor.
After awful surgeries and a flat line.
We realized we should've left sooner.
She told me she was sorry for trying to be a Godly wife.
 sticking by a husband and father who had no drive.
I saw the guilt in her eyes.
[verse 7] And it made me want to weep.
Sometimes those feelings creep.
Back again.
and I look in the mirror And see my father.
And I know I can't hurt her like he did.
Won't do it again.
But i Can't promise cause I break them.
[verse 8] I'm trying my best to be a good son.
But the best son.
Set the sun in the sky.
And was making time for me before he made time.
Even though I can be sour, I guess he likes lime.
No reason or rhyme.
To the love from up above.
Higher than a dove.
And purer than one too.
[verse 9] Salvation is offered but it's up to you.
You have limited time to make the decision 
You aren't a doctor who!
Do you think you are?!
 to ignore an infinite god for a car!
Or anything else!
You got an endless void in your chest!
What could fill it but infinity?!
[Outro] But try and find other answers that make you cry and bleed.
It doesn't take a PhD.
To diagnose longing.
For something higher.
[End] I will praise the almighty.
Not like David.
Not with a lyre.
But as no more than one.
Nothing but a prodigal son.

This is your's God