Intro:  Feelin' down?  ...like you wanna turn it around? C'mon vibe to my sound, Check it out... 

Verse I

Have you ever been caught in the middle, on fire like a kettle, devil playin' you like a fiddle? 
Check it. The riddle's not funny. Struggle playin' you like bees play honey.
No money Yo, there go the cash flow. Lost my job straight up can't pay up my bills today or tomorrow. Here come the sorrow creepin' in …got a 40 in my hand and I'm ready to sin.

I wanna submit to the spiritual wisdom (but) before I commit mad crimes against my spirit 
take a minute, to understand (pause) that a man in my situation can't plan and think about the ramifications of actions taken, the moves we makin' to bring home the bacon. 

Had I not moved that weight, I might not have ate...so it is too late to defend. 
Five to Ten, upstate again. Oh my Lord, I can't afford no Johnny Cochran.  I need to be 
where the peace is spoken, trust open, negativity broken. Washed born again and cleansed of  the past. Cut like a knife from thug life too fast. Hang with brothas not ready to die ready to last.  Yes, it's time to get into the other science get blessed, stop tryin to be impressed with East versus West Tupac and Biggie dyin' got to change my ways.  C'mon Lord teach me better ways than crime and fast cash, I wanna last, I think it's time for a splash...

Chorus:

Ask and you will receive,
Knock and the door will open.
C'mon get your spirit life on.
Get open, to the Holy Water
 

Verse II

Skies are grey, lack of sun rays I wanna look up, but I'm shook up reality knocks me down. Life's a maze, hard to figure out, wanna big myself up but don't got the clout don't got the loot.  Had a gat to my dome but I couldn't shoot. Something told me not to take myself out. No doubt!

I heard tOObiz on the radio talkin' about new beginnings, life without the sinnin, new ways I could be winnin …givin the connection to the power again no longer disconnected time to plug in.  Turn from wicked ways, pray, stop guessin, get my blessins give praise for brighter days
that I been missin' cause I wouldn't listen...I was 'dissin God and still aint got no pot to piss in. 
Thinkin' I was large, but times are hard on the boulevard, thug life makes me feel married to the mob, I need a job to make some honest cash, I think it's time for a splash...

Chorus:

Ask and you will receive.
Knock and the door will open.
C'mon get your spirit life on.
Get open, to the Holy Water..
 

Fade music. 
 
 

*Splash is a metaphor for rebirth...