| Song | Fear |
| Artist | Lecrae |
| Album | Anomaly |
| Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death | |
| I will fear no evil, for you are with me | |
| Your rod and your staff, they comfort me | |
| I honestly grow insecure as I get older | |
| Cuz' even when you hot there comes a day when you get colder | |
| Comes a day when you slower, time is taking its toll | |
| 45 on the back of the jersey upon your soul | |
| I'm scared of letting go, I don't know what the future holds | |
| My nightmares are having nightmares | |
| I'm quite scared of what's right and fair | |
| How I fear an eternity | |
| Will I hear well done when he turn to me? | |
| Will I hear you care too much about | |
| All this stuff that really don't matter? | |
| You chase the wind and you don't want it | |
| Got to the top of a 2 foot ladder | |
| What's after I can capture all this mess my heart was after? | |
| Will I end up empty-handed when I stand before my master? | |
| Did I master the mathematics of a passive disaster? | |
| Add in my selfish ambition | |
| All the while, subtracting what matters | |
| I don't know | |
| [Hook:] | |
| At late nights, I can't sleep | |
| Will I fall? Will I peep? | |
| Through the curtains, all I see, fingers pointed at me | |
| And they watching, and they watching | |
| And I'm wondering what they thinking，thinking bout' | |
| At late nights, I can't sleep | |
| Counting cash, counting sheep | |
| Through the curtains, all I see fingers pointed right at me | |
| And I'm watching, and I'm watching | |
| And I'm wondering what they thinking， thinking bout'it all | |
| In high school, we tried to act all tough | |
| I remember a couple times, I couldn't back that up | |
| Like when I ran from them vatos, scuffing up my sapatos | |
| Scared of losing my high, I was so embarrased inside | |
| If I could go back in time, I would stand and say something like | |
| I ain't never scared, never scared, never scared | |
| I'm lying, I'm scared of these thoughts in my head | |
| I'm scared of possibly pushing people right over the ledge | |
| When I say I pledge allegiance to the struggle | |
| Then, I turn around and buckle | |
| Under stress and under pressure | |
| Bible on my dresser that can teach my pain a lesson | |
| But I rather not address it | |
| Address that's in depression | |
| I'm scared if I confess it | |
| That you gon' look at me like I'm something less | |
| And I'm such a mess | |
| [Woman:] | |
| C'est lui qui a peur d'admettre ses craintes | |
| Et c'est lui qui ne pourra pas les surmonter | |
| On trouve la liberté dans la confession | |
| Et la liberté dans la reconnaissance | |
| And it just so happen, I'm wrestling with my status | |
| I'm trying to see me like He do, not focusing on this madness | |
| They count on me, count me out on a count of they fear and doubts | |
| Keep account of my wrongs, trying to keep me inside they house | |
| Some just keep me around, I wonder what that's about | |
| Yeah! They wanna be politically correct, I suppose | |
| But，I'm comfortable in my skin | |
| While they just pretending they clothes | |
| I'm scared of falling and failing | |
| In front of all of my foes | |
| And I feel some friends are unfaithful | |
| So, I keep my small circle closed | |
| I don't want no handouts or favors, no functional saviors | |
| I'ma tell that truth till it kill me | |
| I'm chilling with my Creator | |
| Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus to all of my haters | |
| For the ones that think I forgot him | |
| And the ones who won't let me say | |
| I ain't scared no mo' | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Natalie Lauren:] | |
| Everybody always | |
| They gon have something to say rather you like it or not | |
| Everybody always | |
| They gon' have something to say | |
| Baby, don't take it to heart | |
| [Woman:] | |
| 恐怖を受け入れることができないものは、 | |
| それに打ち勝つことができないだろう。 | |
| 全てのものを受け入れたとき、 | |
| 自由は存在し、恐怖は解き放たれる。 |
| Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death | |
| I will fear no evil, for you are with me | |
| Your rod and your staff, they comfort me | |
| I honestly grow insecure as I get older | |
| Cuz' even when you hot there comes a day when you get colder | |
| Comes a day when you slower, time is taking its toll | |
| 45 on the back of the jersey upon your soul | |
| I' m scared of letting go, I don' t know what the future holds | |
| My nightmares are having nightmares | |
| I' m quite scared of what' s right and fair | |
| How I fear an eternity | |
| Will I hear well done when he turn to me? | |
| Will I hear you care too much about | |
| All this stuff that really don' t matter? | |
| You chase the wind and you don' t want it | |
| Got to the top of a 2 foot ladder | |
| What' s after I can capture all this mess my heart was after? | |
| Will I end up emptyhanded when I stand before my master? | |
| Did I master the mathematics of a passive disaster? | |
| Add in my selfish ambition | |
| All the while, subtracting what matters | |
| I don' t know | |
| Hook: | |
| At late nights, I can' t sleep | |
| Will I fall? Will I peep? | |
| Through the curtains, all I see, fingers pointed at me | |
| And they watching, and they watching | |
| And I' m wondering what they thinking, thinking bout' | |
| At late nights, I can' t sleep | |
| Counting cash, counting sheep | |
| Through the curtains, all I see fingers pointed right at me | |
| And I' m watching, and I' m watching | |
| And I' m wondering what they thinking, thinking bout' it all | |
| In high school, we tried to act all tough | |
| I remember a couple times, I couldn' t back that up | |
| Like when I ran from them vatos, scuffing up my sapatos | |
| Scared of losing my high, I was so embarrased inside | |
| If I could go back in time, I would stand and say something like | |
| I ain' t never scared, never scared, never scared | |
| I' m lying, I' m scared of these thoughts in my head | |
| I' m scared of possibly pushing people right over the ledge | |
| When I say I pledge allegiance to the struggle | |
| Then, I turn around and buckle | |
| Under stress and under pressure | |
| Bible on my dresser that can teach my pain a lesson | |
| But I rather not address it | |
| Address that' s in depression | |
| I' m scared if I confess it | |
| That you gon' look at me like I' m something less | |
| And I' m such a mess | |
| Woman: | |
| C' est lui qui a peur d' admettre ses craintes | |
| Et c' est lui qui ne pourra pas les surmonter | |
| On trouve la liberté dans la confession | |
| Et la liberté dans la reconnaissance | |
| And it just so happen, I' m wrestling with my status | |
| I' m trying to see me like He do, not focusing on this madness | |
| They count on me, count me out on a count of they fear and doubts | |
| Keep account of my wrongs, trying to keep me inside they house | |
| Some just keep me around, I wonder what that' s about | |
| Yeah! They wanna be politically correct, I suppose | |
| But, I' m comfortable in my skin | |
| While they just pretending they clothes | |
| I' m scared of falling and failing | |
| In front of all of my foes | |
| And I feel some friends are unfaithful | |
| So, I keep my small circle closed | |
| I don' t want no handouts or favors, no functional saviors | |
| I' ma tell that truth till it kill me | |
| I' m chilling with my Creator | |
| Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus to all of my haters | |
| For the ones that think I forgot him | |
| And the ones who won' t let me say | |
| I ain' t scared no mo' | |
| Hook | |
| Natalie Lauren: | |
| Everybody always | |
| They gon have something to say rather you like it or not | |
| Everybody always | |
| They gon' have something to say | |
| Baby, don' t take it to heart | |
| Woman: | |
| kǒng bù shòu rù | |
| dǎ shèng. | |
| quán shòu rù | |
| zì yóu cún zài kǒng bù jiě fàng. |