For 18 years I've been lost about being lost and tossed around by meaninglessness
Worried about pieces of paper in the future
For the last 2 years, I've been eating the last doughnut
And sneaking a glass of wine
But in light my smile seems to shine
Fooling my mother and little brother
That I'm good right on the dime
But now there are no more doughnuts
And I'm crying like I'm nine
Don't know how to feed my belly; it's grumbling all the time
And he hears me mumbling like I'm dying, like I'm crying
Please, I need some help, I might be on my way out and this can't wait
She said, "Exchange ya nickels for unlimited pounds of faith"
I didn't even know her plus nickels can't help my belly ache
But along with the pounds she said, "And pray to him about ya day"
"About the way you feel inside and don't hide because he knows the lies"
Now I'm growing 3 or 4 inches of knowledge and wisdom that I've been given
I'm giving out the doughnuts because that's how it was written
I'm still cleansing my mind, body, and soul
I need myself a bag of doughnuts, and his love in my whole soul
So I could go and be his child with a heart full of gold, instead of being cold