[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

[Bridge: Choir & Tory Lanez]

Guide me through the storm

Guide me through the storm

Feelin' something that's raining down, that's raining down

Guide me through the storm (Ooh)

Guide me through the storm

You know I need your saving

Guide me through the storm

Oh, I need your saving now

Guide me through the storm

Oh guide, oh, guide me

Guide me through the storm

It's all coming down, you got me layin' down

Guide me through the storm

You know all about it and You've been right there

Guide me through the storm

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[Interlude: Sonstar]

Daystar, my beautiful son

As your father, I was distraught the day when they took my innocent son to prison

And for two weeks straight, every day that the sun have risen

I felt like I had a twenty-pound weight sitting on my chest

Still I knew that God had allowed his test

That it was not just about you, but also about the others

The many other incarcerated sisters and brothers

That's when I gave you to God, knowing that He would keep you covered

And in the realm of the Spirit, that's where I hovered like an eagle in flight

A samurai proud warrior against the witches and warlocks

Pulling down strong holes of withcraft

Divination, necromancy, familiar spirits

Clairvoyant projections, psychic phenomenon

That war to keep the souls of men and women, created in God's own image in bondage

And away from their families in a bid to create the next generation of pissed off children angry at a system

Just so Satan could keep the hungry prision industrial complex fed

To the tune of eighty-two thousand dollars per head

While they barter and trade the souls of people in the New York Stock Exchange in exchange for money and wealth

Now there's a crack in their building and it's beginning to crumble

'Cause God alone, only God can keep these wicked men humble

Dear Heavenly Father, as You have you guided Daystar

We pray that You would now guide the many nameless faces

Men and women in prison, Lord God, sovereign God

You are the one, the only one that has guided us

Now also guide them, guide through the storm, Father

Guide them through the storm in the name of Jesus

[Outro: Choir]

Said I need you more than ever

Said I need

Guide me (Ooh), guide me

Come on and guide me

Come guide me (Ooh)

Oh, guide me now

Guide me (Oh)

Come on and guide me now (Oh)

Guide me (Oh)

Guide me now

Guide me (Oh, oh)

Guide me now