Lyrics

Pain just brings out the character. Like a little Sriracha for flavor. I got no money. But I got a capo, tuner, pen and paper. Figuring out new ways to use my blessings for a higher power. I will walk through the fire. I’ll bring purpose to my name. I will walk through the fire. I will rise above the flames. I will walk. Shame I didn’t see this coming. Like a little lemon and salt in a wound that ain’t healing. Time in prayer heals all wounds but Lord knows I’ve been praying. My faith kicked in the higher gear I’m letting a higher power drive me. Repeat course