Quada - Survivor

So every day I chant the Psalms and put my trust in the Lord
And go for everything I want, go through the storm
In the sun or twilight, rain or fall, friends sell me out just like a stall
True, I don't give them what they want, it hurts me hard
They're used to things that I sell
Go revive, wash off and fill up
Cause the journey not easy
If you're not there, then you're not gonna believe me
God alone can tell you my feelings
And get to you to make you believe me
Yeah, the journey not easy