Tory Lanez - Guide Me Through The Storm (Sub. al Español)

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[Intro: Tory Lanez]
God, I just, I just need you to guide me
It's so much going on in my life and I
I know you wanna bring me through it, I know you got me
But it's hard right now and I need you
I need you now more than I ever needed you, God, please

[Verse: Tory Lanez]
Look, one way trip to prison, L.A. County into the mountains
Bunch of niggas on the bus that never got the counselin'
Instead they gangbanged, they sold dope and broke in houses
It started with the parents livin' poor with broken spouses
Feed me sack lunches in the plastic pouches
Got me feelin' fucked over, like the castin' couches
Dirty face, dirty hair up in my mugshot
Tower cop all on thе speaker makin' brash announcemеnts
Fadin' inside of the cell
Satan keep on tryna bring the flagrantest fires from hell
But Lord, Your water on me far and as wide as a well
It's gettin' dark, I wanna cry, but gotta inspire as well, yeah
Old friends switchin' on me
New York Times pissin' on me
TMZ here tellin' lies on television on me
My opps workin' overtime to put this image on me
But God is finna push the line, like it's a scrimmage on me
Mom a soldier and you gave birth to a warrior
Ain't a secret like it's knocked off Victoria
Seven hours been in shackles sittin' in the court tanks
We ain't ate in hours 'cause the police ignorin' us
County jail cryin' real tears to Iggy Azalea
I know you put up with some shit that just wasn't familiar
I loved your ear and loved your heart, though you wasn't Amelia
They lyin', tryin' to get me fucked, but I wasn't Cecilia
Young Dave bangin' on the beat, he in the ER right now producin' this in critical condition
I'm recordin' up in state prison
It's fair to say we Black and beat the odds of both statistics
Both of us supposed to be either dead or in jail
But he been close to death, and I'm in jail and still prevailed
God willin', this go number one from in the cell
It won't be long before the release date's is in the mail
Yeah, uh
Tears fallin' on my phone calls, everything was all wrong
County jail, orange paint, the image that I'm Don Juan
Sentence day I'm thinkin' any minute I could be long gone
It's wintertime, I'm in the cell
A nigga freezin' in a pair of "Men's Central Jail" Long John's
Enemies celebratin' Christmas Day
I'm layin' in the cell without my son, like fuck are y'all on?
Those nights were treacherous
Buy a gram of heroin and use it as leverage
Black clouds floatin' over me, I need severance
Niggas overdosin' off Suboxone and medicines
Yeah, God save me, I'm repenting for my early sins
My only goal is see it clear like I'm a blurry lens
You niggas softer than some furry pants
And off the walk out, I need thirty M's


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