I don't think you get it. Have your parents ever hurt you? Day after day?
Bruise after bruise? I don't mean physically, But by harsh words. You'd think someone
Like you would know how it hurts. You get ridiculed by these kids and they even pursue
To hunt you down and try to kill you. All because of one stupid bad grade. But they don't
Really care because they've got it made. And I remember you said
That you were from Africa. And all the kids laughed and wanted to get back at ya.
Why didn't you stop them? Why didn't you leave? I don't get why you didn't get up and
Follow me. When I left that day, you didn't understand.
Because in the back corner there were some boys you needed to reprimand. They
Said I was ugly and the told me to get a clue. The only clue I got was they didn't care
Much for me or you. So I took the hint and walked out the back door.
You don't understand what it's like to want more. More of what hurts you can kill you
Right then. And if it wasn't for you, it just might have been.
Because you know the pain and took me aside, To tell me everything will be okay
Just stay on God's side. And when I wasn't listening, you'd repeat what you said.
Because if it wasn't for you, I might be dead. I wished I could tell you one last time
Thank you for everything because now I'm fine. In fact, life is great and I see a new side
To every bad situation that leaves me a little dry. Now, I'm on God's side.