All I want is Jesus, not the PG white man 
Got the Holy Spirit, twisted like a humble hype man 
Got my Father mistaken for thinking I'm The Right Hand 
He put the Son (sun) there, when He move a finger watch the light pan
 
Father keep me humble
J went lower than em all, but rose up from the rubble 
I want the true gospel, not the one that keep me troubled
I'm talking mentally cause tribulation built my muscle
Lord I'm sorry that Your greatness didn't fit my puzzle 
I tried to box Him in the attic till I needed comfort 
Pull the Christmas blanket out when it's time to cuddle 
Till He cut the rug, trashed the box and left me puzzled 
I used to think I had that dog in me till I got muzzled
 I'm a mess Father, they couldn't guess Father
I do my best Father
Why I'm still depressed Father?
I grow one season, why I feel like I digressed Father
What's the meaning, what's that beating in my chest Father?
Why do I feel pain daily, 8 days a week 
I would say 7, but no Sabbath got me way too weak 
Somehow I gained the whole world while I'm losing sleep 
I wanna come alive, need to come alive
I wanna come alive, need to come alive 
I wanna come alive, need to come alive
Make new in me make new 

This growth ain't easy, these shows ain't easy 
Tryna make peace with music pros ain't easy
The flow stay even, the road stay squeezing 
I get depleted, but fans still cheering
Greed turn to grieving, my feast need Ephesians 
I seek first the kingdom, receive what I pleaded
Heaven's where I'm seated, reminder very needed 
OCD close to me but then I feel Jesus
Hand on my shoulder
The truth of my existence 
Is the one that made Moses
The one that made Joseph
The one that made the colors on my coat that was stolen
This one new pain the mostest

I wanna come alive, need to come alive
I wanna come alive, need to come alive 
I wanna come alive, need to come alive
Make new in me, make new in me 

I wanna come alive, need to come alive 
I wanna come alive, need to come alive
I wanna come alive, need to come alive 
Make new in me, make new in me

If I'm a product, I'm a product of the Most High
Most fly, most close by 
When the foes close the line, close my eyes
Take me back to dad's humble apple pie 
Spent some time in Ellijay 
I'm still the apple of Your eye 
They would never get that line
Unless they look it up online 
That's the type of life
I lived away from public eye 
Watching Phineas and Ferb
Heat the summertime 
Watched the show all the time
Never thought they'd ever come to mine
 
First name Christopher, last name Hulvey
Rap name Hulvey Granddad Hulvey
Probably woulda taught me not to yell 
When they low blow me
But I lost him at seven 
I pray this anger don't control me
Strangers don't know me 
Haters don't know me
That's okay Father, what's the play?
I'm focused like Kobe 
When He come back, that's my comeback
This that Auburn, Alabama 
Field goal, return, run back
Got my lunch back 
Climbing up the tower of success
Made me hunch back 
But we ain't done, let's unpack
He will return 
For me, for me, for me, listen

I'm waiting on the warm embrace 
Waiting on The Light to shine
That make em hide they face 
Waiting on The Good Teacher
That got my f erased 
Waiting on The Good Leader
That led me to this place 
I can't wait to get home
Just like my Aunt Grace 
Amen, amen