Letras
Filling my cart with grey parchment glazed in black and white
The winters are brutal when the wheels of my ambition
Are slowly freezing peddles too tight
If I stop to think why I'm not the one
Who receives the better message
The lower one who prowls
Will take what little breath I saved for troubled distresses
Stuffed in the boot is my daily bread
So I may have the pleasure of nourishing body and head
Not wanting to feed the desperate
For they are too hungry for their own good
As for I am a delivery boy
Honestly working in this hood
As for I am a delivery boy
Honestly working to produce some kind of good
I always loved delivering to that house in my hood
Where this girl who likes me was completely misunderstood
Like me she didn't feel like life delivered the best to be but
With a smile she said the Holy Spirit she understood and
The rest was put to bed and
Is to be and will end up to be forever producing good
One day I asked her marry me because
She would agree that life is easily lost in this hood
She said that life is to be a history that is covered in His blood
I replied yeah I've heard but
I don't understand the verb
On how to live life outside of this hood
She said take a walk with me
I think it's our destiny
God told me a delivery boy would make the best of me
Jesus has a funny way of answering when I pray and
You just delivered me something that cleared up my day
Jesus has a funny way of answering when I pray and
You just delivered me something that's the best to me and
That has cleared up my day
I said what is this thing you say to me
Teach me how can I pray to be
Out of this life that is covered in my blood
She said I will pray for thee but
Promise me you will be there for me and
Continue to deliver in this neighborhood
I say I never really had a choice and
Continue to share this voice