Way - The Winter lyrics

[Intro] This is everything I thought it would be I just hope I could be everything you thought I could be Cling to your dreams and don't let them crumble I'll be here to lend a hand in any struggle But just in case we fall I hope they find us in the winter That's me being optimistic thinking I could ever win But when that cold wind blows in Just know that I never left you alone and I wrote you this song to sing for the moment [Verse] That's why I write like Imma die if I put the pen down Cuz I feel our generation sees atheists as the in-crowd They think that since I don't believe in God I'm free to sin now But the fact is that without him lifting me up I'm feeling pinned down I remember my sister asking about my mission I told her I just want to spit something that's so uplifting But how Imma lift you up if I can't pick me up ? I probably should be asking why my father never hit me up I don't know where I'm going and I don't know where I'm headed But I hope that when I make it there I never do regret The path I took and I learned that fear can only defeat you if you let it I wish that I could tell you who said it but she ain't trying to be in every song It's got me thinking back a lot I know you miss when I was younger and would laugh a lot But lately all I do is rap a lot Cuz I'm a king author, guess I left my feelings in Camelot Now I know that I was hella misguided Trapped in my brain when it came to facing the pain I would hide it Now I just feel it and write it hoping you feel it and vibe I'm wasting my breath its like there's nothing I can do but then Sinatra told me just breathe I'm anxious ain't trying to get stuck inside a freeze frame Sometimes I face the mirror not familiar with who I became I say "I miss my life." and they reply "My n***a things change." I still can't write a hook, our power still keep going off This year I lost my brother, you can find his soul in every song I still don't know the answer to what life is But I know that n***as only think to resort to that violence when they feel they've lost A better solution never came across The vision illusive, they conclude that you ain't making art When my mortality is free to play it's part and haunt my dreams I'm losing sleep, but this my mind and I can't turn it off So, when I get this feeling I'm manic I just write encrypted descriptions hoping you'd understand it Or at least you'd be understanding of a situation I've been placed in cuz this may be just about the vilest sh** on the planet When you feeling you the best out But when they talk about other artists you get left out And you feel it might be best to just maneuver with your chest out And pop at other artists in the booth to get your stress out No, cuz seeds of hate are often sewn By the righteous instead of the sightless who had threw that first stone This ain't just music I can feel it in my bones And if this ain't my only calling, leave a message at the tone