Press

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh... I just want to scream...
I wish my life sometimes was just a dream...
No more wishing my parents were together...
seeing them piss away something that was forever...
No more sitting at home, looking at the NBA...
knowing I had a shot, and let it all slip away...
No more trips to the hospital, watching my wife cry...
no more hearing her say, she wishes she could die...
No more watching my daughter, awakened covered in chills...
asking " Daddy Why, must I take all of these pills? "...
No more wishing my Grand Parents, were still here...
no more asking God, why I lost one, every single year...
No more sleepless nights, worried about the bills...
no more wishing, I had swallowed that bottle of pills...
No more killing myself, just to stay ahead...
after all, what's the use, we all end up dead...
No more dodging God and the calling on my life...
the pain is real, it cuts me deep, like a dull twisting knife...
I know God said it wouldn't be easy, but can I get a break...
all I want is just one week, free of heart ache...
But guess what, this my life, it's not going to change...
I can still see my dreams, they aren't completely out of range...
I could become overwhelmed, and bogged down in stress...
but when things come at me, all I do is Press...

Sometimes you have to Press Through...
Just to get to...
What God has in store for YOU !!

FUBA