Keep Pace - Mr. J. Medeiros

He’d like to break ya

Put a gun to your back try and take ya

Couldn’t run from the facts

He gotta make ya

Suffer cus your loving ain’t an act for fame nah

Never let him hold back your flame ya

Better then that the devil can’t change ya

On the same level with the disciples and kings

Your value is never measured by the price of your things

Your life is worth more then that

Your body is built to weather any storm in fact

We ere never meant for any harm relax

See the stars in heaven you were born for that

While the angles blowing horns

Cus your back from the dead

In a middle of a war you trapped in your head

I’d rather chase the wonder of the light instead

And keep the pace till the hunger of this child is fed

He’d like to blame ya

Get a hold of your life try and tame ya

The force behind the divorce of all nature

Running it’s coarse as the source of all anger

Got a habit of ignoring a stranger

No matter how you have it we are all in danger

Some will laugh at ya some are called to change ya

Some will blast at ya yo your drawing the same blood

Walking these killing fields

Absorbing the pain that our children feel

Restoring the Name and the will we yield

Rejoined in the same cus we will be healed

And we will overcome this depression

And the power we’ve succumb to

Will shower these blessings

When in the hour of questioning

Just remember the flowers and how God dresses them

Forget what they told ya

Love is real expect it to hold ya

The struggle you feel is helping to mold ya

The hunger is real and its felt in the soul ya

Better never let him control ya

Together as soldiers forever we’ll grow ya

Never know who will try and overthrow ya

Lie and withhold ya deny that they know ya

Who am I if I can’t be

The person that I was created to be

I write a verse and relate to me

On the subject of worth I hesitated as I painted the scene

Heavy laden with a pain of a dream that’s unsung

I’m to blame when refraining to reach for someone

We the same on this earth from the dirt we have come

No matter where we’re from we’re still looking at one sun

He’d like to break ya

Put a gun to your back try and take ya

Couldn’t run from the facts he gotta make ya

Suffer cus your loving ain’t an act for fame nah

Never let him hold back your flame ya

Better then that the devil can’t change ya

On the same level with the disciples and kings

Your value is never measured by the price of your things

Your life is worth more then that

Your body is built to weather any storm in fact

We ere never meant for any harm relax

See the stars in heaven you were born for that

While the angles blowing horns

Cus your back from the dead

In a middle of a war you trapped in your head

I’d rather chase the wonder of the light instead

And keep the pace till the hunger of this child is fed