Turn your ways

I won’t let my dreams run off track,

Heart set on hope, and that’s a fact.

Been down some roads with hearts that cracked,

But I keep my boots on dreams untracked,

Stayin’ true ‘cause I won’t get sacked.

I won’t let my dreams all crash and burn,

Lessons in my rearview, yeah, I learn,

But I’m holding steady till I earn.

Every winding road’s got its own turn, but i manage to turn and learn from those ways

Keep my boots on this smooth dirt track,

No looking behind, I won’t turn back,i keep my boots on this smooth dirt track i dont want to move back i dont want leave my track and i dont want to leave my step back i dont want to lose i want to win it back but i get my hat stacks but a tear drop ant getting it back but there is a reason back that i get my things back but then there is a minute back i like my minutes back cause the man up upstairs is looking back let me turn my ways back

There’s mud on my flaps from my old Cadillac but life gets but life gives it back cause the man looking right at gives me hope on the back and giving me track on the stacks so I live on the track so I’m glad to be on that right stack cause my momma what’s me on the right path

Early riser, highwired, life’s a script we wire but he hires

Survivin’ cycles, fightin’ demons in light’s wrath,

Inviting my devices, screw the prices, climb the highest, mind’s the mightiest.

Recite the lifeless, vices, crisis, sightless, blinded by the brightness,

I walk the righteous, light this, fightless, spite gets heightened,

Writing out my life fast, tighter than a vice grasp,

I took the night class, fighting for a light pass, jesus is the right path the lines are the right step

Han’s playin’ poker, singin’ out on his stacks i cant breath that but i like that

Temptation’s callin’, but I won’t bite,

Temptation’s close, but I won’t stray,

I let that good sun shine, and leave the past behind,

Stay true and I’ll be fine, just walking

Through thunder and rain, I know He cares,

It’s the man up stairs, it’s the man up stairs.

Trustin’ that the man upstairs will light my way,

Every crooked road, he straightens out my day,

When I don’t understand, I still trust where I land,

I keep holding the line, by the grace of this man.

Through the highs and the lows, every step has been planned,

There’s a plan in the sand, and it’s drawn by His hand,

When life gets hard, I drop to my knees and pray,

I’m just followin’ the good Lord come what may.that straight line straight away

Hope He’s still listenin’ way up there,

Lightning on the hillside, thunder hit so odd,

But something in me stood, right where I stood,

So I’m holding on for good, just like I should.

That old preacher said I could, trust in the good,

Felt a peace washin’ over, like stories I’m told.

Guess the good Lord’s lettin’ me know that I’m still on his line.

I hear His whisper in the falling rain,

Out here where the wild birds sing,

God is in the wind, where the heart aligns