It's funny how, I went from rappin' in school hallways To tourin' across the country for Yahweh I'm livin' the dream that's what ya'll say But that everything that you see ain't in broad day That mean it's not so clear when the [?] of God is what you fear 'Cause I could be the flyest rapper ever if my heart ain't in Christ then it's deader, for ever, yes sir, mayne Haters wanna cuss me, girls wanna touch me, rappers wanna love me, this life is like rugby And I'm on the line of scrimmage right opposite of pride My [?] win this battle, the price is my life I got a wife and I love her a whole lot My eye like to wander, kinda likes to do [?] Coverin' they eyes can only do so much 'Less the [?] with God [?] We keep eatin' at the table with Satan Acting like this Job, but he wicked and patient Which means he'll, wait for the right time When you ain't in your right mind Then he spring the trap {blaw} for you it's the right size The people we elevate and glamorize We'll be shootin' bullets tryna knock 'em down, out the sky So keep the helium you got, I don't wanna rise But I want the truth exposed on the flip-side Man, what's a fellow to do? I don't wanna be at the mercy of you Under this microscope you viewin' me through Well while you lookin' for proof, here's a Bible Go and study this truth I'm outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
