Crate of Gold

Try to stay hungry

With something to speak

Looked out my window

Whose after meGive up my heart

It's too much guilt

Gazed out my window

Someone's scared of meHey lord show me

Too many people are after me

Oh lord show me

Too many people are mocking meCut off my hands

Let it bleed

I've got a crate of gold inside of me

Get it straight

I'm not a jail

And little folks don't bother me

Get it straight now

I'm not a saintHey lord show me

Too many people are mocking me

Oh lord show me

Too many people are mocking meMocking me...