Guide Me Through the Storm Lyrics – Tory Lanez

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[Intro: Tory Lanez]
God, I just, I just need you to guide me
It’s so much going on in my life and I know you want to 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]
One way trip to prison L.A. county into the mountains
Bunch of n!ggas on the bus that never got the counseling
Instead they gangbanged, they sold dope and broke in houses
Started with the parents living poor with broken spouses
Feed me sack lunches in the plastic pouches
Got me feeling fu*ked over, like the casting couches
Dirty face, dirty hair up in my mugshot
Tower cop all on the speaker making brash announcements
Fading inside of the cell
Satan keep on trying to bring the flagrantest fires from hell
But Lord, your water on me far and as wide as a well
It’s getting dark, I wanna cry, but gotta inspire as well, yeah
Old friends switching on me
New York Times pissing on me
TMZ here telling lies on television on me
My opps working overtime to put this image on me
But God is finna push the line, like it’s a scrimmage on me
Mom, I’m a soldier and you gave birth to a warrior
Ain’t a secret like it’s knocked off Victoria
Seven hours been Ii shackles sitting in the court tanks
We ain’t ate in hours because the police ignoring us
County jail crying real tears to Iggy Azalea
I know you put up with some s*it that just wasn’t familiar
I loved your ear and loved your heart though you wasn’t Amelia
They lying, trying to get me fu*ked, but I wasn’t Cecilia
Young Dave banging on the beat, he in the ER right now producing this in critical condition
I’m recording up in state prison
It’s fair to say we black and beat the odds of both statistics
Both of us suppose to be either dead or in jail
But he been close to death and I’m in jail and still prevailed
God willing, this go number 1 from in the cell

It won’t be long before the release dates is in the mail
Yeah, uh
Tears falling on my phone calls, everything was all wrong
County jail, orange paint, the image that I’m Don Juan
Sentence day I’m thinking any minute I could be long gone
It’s winter time, I’m in the cell
A n!gga freezing in a pair of “Men’s Central Jail” Long John’s
Enemies celebrating Christmas Day
I’m laying in the cell without my son, like fu*k is y’all on?
Those nights were treacherous
Buy a gram of heroin and use it as leverage
Black clouds floating over me, I need severance
N!ggas overdosing off Suboxone and medicines
Yeah, God save me, I’m repeating for my early sins
My only goal is see it clear, like I’m a blurry lens
You n!ggas softer than some furry pants
And off the walk out I need 30 M’s

[Bridge: Choir & Tory Lanez ]
Guide me through the storm
Guide me through the storm
Feeling something (??) down
Guide me through the storm
Guide me through the storm
You know I need your saving now
Guide me through the storm
Oh God, oh guide me
You got me laying down
Guide me through the storm
You’ve been right there
(??)

[Interlude: Sonstar]
Daystar, my beautiful son
As your father, I was distraught when they took my inocent son to prison
And for two weeks straight everyday that the son have risen I felt like I had a twenty pound weight sitting on my chest
Still I knew that God allowed this test and it’s not just about you, but also about the others
The many other incarcereted sisters and brothers
That’s when I gave you to God, knowing that he would keep you covered
And in the real of the spirit that’s where I hovered like a eagle in flight
A samurai proud warrior against the witches and warlocks
Pulling down strong holes of withcraft
Giving (??). (??) projections psychic phenomenon
That war to keep souls of men and women, created in God image in bondage
And waiting (??), in a (??) to create the next generation of pissed off children angry at a system
So Satan can keep the hungry prision system industrial complex fed
To the tune of eighty thounsand dollars per head
While they (??) and traded the souls of people in the New York stock exchange in exhange for money and wealth
Now there’s a crack in their building and is beggining to crumble
‘Cause God alone, only God can keep this wicked man humble
Dear heavenly father, as have you guided Daystar
We pray that would know guide the man nameless faces
Men and women in prison, Lord, God sovereignt God
You are the one, the only one that has guide us
Now also guide them, guide through the storm, Father
Guide them through the storm in the name of Jesus

[Outro: Choir]
Father, I need you more than ever
Guide me, guide me
Come on and guide me
Guide me
Guide me now
Guide me
Come on and guide me
Guide me now
Guide me
Come on and guide me
Guide me
Come on and guide me now