Running this race, putting pride on my back
Then shouting loud at You when I fall down and I'm stuck
You put me on a stage but I focus on the fans
Beating my chest instead of lifting up my hands
I'm so used to the snap
But I don't filter my words
I'm a pro at chasing fruits that have been bitten
But forget the real food which You have written
Lord, I'll give you my best
With the light that I shine
I'll rest in your nest
And I'll remain in the Vine
I'm not chasing the money
I'll just wait for your cue
If they give me the spotlight
I'll put it on You
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