Aye put ya hand to the sky one time Thank God you alive Thank God you alive Aye put ya hand to the sky two times For those who have died Confused about the world and the pain that it bring I find peace when I release my own guilt and shame Cuz in the the midst of this s, I can still sing Beautiful things as I bow to the feet of the King So many lives cut short where does the time go Quarantined at home damn where my mind go I think God is speaking clear in every time zone Life is more than getting 0's, stunting tryna bag hoes To appreciate love, maybe we should know what pain is To appreciate the sun, maybe we should know what rain is Making the best out of these bad situations Put your Hope in the Creator not creation which is tainted So take a minute to quit stuntin on ya IG And realize that your story isn't over b If it was I wouldn't be writing this poetry Not one imperfection causes God not to love me Aye put ya hand to the sky one time Thank God you alive Thank God you alive Aye put ya hand to the sky two times For those who have died