Before I believed in not believing in

I inhale, who believed in me not breathing in?

I remember listening to the preacher 

Telling me to reach out for a prayer 

Wore my feelings on my sleeveless

Wondering one day if I’ll meet Jesus

Daydreaming, but more like still dreaming 

Of one day leaving the ghetto screaming 

Institutionalized a drop of vapor rub on my chest and sin 

Waking up to reality and starting this again

Wishing to kiss my grandma’s cheek one more time

To tell her the serendipity of her words 

To hold the tears and cry

Grew up hungry, 

Just not that thirsty

A language in the chest

And all my words just mean controversy

Stressing, pulling my hair out, hoping I don't get picked

All this medicine in me, hoping I get sick

Hoping they come to my funeral and find it appealing 

As they sing prayers breaking the ceiling 

But damn, what a beautiful view

I think love is beautiful, too

When I should’ve kept my ass in school

Jesus still thinks I'm good enough

I wish I could be enough and equal to you

Damn what a beautiful view

I think love is beautiful 

Damn what a beautiful view 

I think you are beautiful