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Still Praying 2 by AI Composer

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Still Praying 2

Emotional rap/sung hybrid

0:003:31
Lyrics
Description
(verse)
I used to kneel with my hands real tight,
Prayin’ hard in that Sunday light.
They said God’s good, all the time,
So I followed Him like a lifeline.
Had a Bible with pages worn,
Felt His voice in a thunderstorm.
But then life hit, and it hit me hard,
And the silence hit even harder, God.
I saw preachers preach with gold on their neck,
While a widow cried with an empty check.
Said, “Trust the plan, don’t ask why,”
But why does the plan make good kids die?
(chorus)
I still pray, though my voice shakes,
I still look up when my hope breaks.
I still believe... maybe.
But I’m tired of feelin’ crazy.
So many words, so much noise,
God, are You lost in all the choice?
I’m tryin’ to hold on, but my faith is frayed—
Tell me, are You still there when I say… I prayed?
(verse)
They told me “don’t question,” just obey,
But how do I trust what men twist every day?
One book, a million different views,
Everybody sure, but I’m just confused.
One church says this, the other one that,
One says you're loved, one calls you trash.
Some use God to control and divide,
Is that faith, or just power in disguise?
People die, children starve,
And they post "blessed" with a credit card.
I'm not tryna be edgy, I’m just real—
If You’re love, then why’s the world this ill?
(chorus)
I still pray, though my voice shakes,
I still look up when my hope breaks.
I still believe... maybe.
But I’m tired of feelin’ crazy.
So many words, so much noise,
God, are You lost in all the choice?
I’m tryin’ to hold on, but my faith is frayed—
Tell me, are You still there when I say… I prayed?
(bridge)
They say doubt’s a demon—
But maybe doubt is honest.
'Cause I’m not runnin' from You,
I’m just lookin' for You
In the mess You’re supposed to redeem.
I don’t want easy answers.
I want You.
The real You.
Not the one they sold me.
(final chorus)
I still pray, even if I don’t know why,
even if the heavens just echo my cry.
I still believe... kind of.
and maybe that’s enough tonight.
God, if You’re real, if You still care,
Then meet me here, in this gray, thin air.
I’m reaching out—not with certainty,
but with the last piece of me that still believes.