I don't always understand God's reasons
I just know it's hard to understand him in dry seasons
Guess I just gotta wrestle with the facts and SOS when I feel trapped
Don't want to hear another song about my season
I just want to lock in to engage with the weary minds
Dive into the deep, where it's broken and teary-eyes
I just gotta wrestle with the skeptics while I listen to the questions
Like all those years of oppression man, where was God? I get it, though
If God would fix everything that would make him appealing
But since he can, but he doesn't that makes him a villain
Dang, I'm in my feelings
‘Cause I ain't got all the answers but I can't walk away

My soul ain't for sale, with Christ's blood its been bought

Lord, clean up this heart in me because I struggle with lust, sex, and pornography,
Idolatry to prideful for apologies, they say they in their bibles but they lie to be
Somebody in power so I’m checking their theologies,
How I’m supposed to act like somebody I don’t know how to be
They really think I got it together, well I don’t
I’m still shopping at the local Dollar Tree, that’s real!