[Lyric] On Top (Alvin the Architect, Rome Herbert)

Bottoms up drink what He accomplished
While the cops circle blocks to lock us
Little black boy in the burbs
Still seeing the hood
Cuz of problems with his mom and father
Reasoning with media, the school, and then the streets
People telling me and selling me on who I gotta be
Thinking that I be achieving just by living in between
Demons keep me up at night I'm barely getting any sleep
And PTSD ringing
Mental illness on my
Caller ID
Sister you know we've seen
All that anxiety
When our parents split and
Grandma's crib with dealers trippin
But we made it out thе building
And I'm thanking God I'm still here
Y'all out herе trying to hit a million streams
He out here leading me to living streams
I know nothing here is what it seems
So I'm thankful that the bottom who my God redeems
On top
Know my God is on top
When my hope is low I
Dry my eyes
Behold my God
He been on top
Yeah my God is on top
When my hope is low
God
Dry my eyes
And hold my heart
On top

He my go to in my weakness
He my top of the week
I been tossing and turning
My thoughts won't let me sleep
Been hearing voices in my head
They speak in uppercase
They tell me that I'm not enough
And I'm in lower case
But it's all cap
He control alt delete what's been holding me back
So I don't backspace
Beaten hung and burned to give me an escape
So I can't help but to bow down and thank you for your grace
I'm gone
On top
Know my God is on top
When my hope is low I
Dry my eyes
Behold my God
He been on top
Yeah my God is on top
When my hope is low
God
Dry my eyes
And hold my heart
On top