Now lemme blow your high I give you truth over beats while you twistin' that lie Prob'ly wonderin' why you should listen to I 'Cause if your faith's in the world then you believin' a lie They say that money make the world go 'round But all I see is cats pray to God when they world go down Like, "Lord Jesus save me, this pistol that they aiming Might send me to a grave, then I meet the one who made me" C'mon, so should I care if I'm the next to blow When thugs move diesel on the block, Texaco A dead prison, waitin' on parole like Plaxico Or runnin' from they foes 'cause they know the Macs will blow When it's done if your faith ain't in the Son Whether businessman or thug homie this the outcome Death, separation, condemnation By he who is just, sent to judge the whole nation So I'm anticipatin' for all of the girls you slayin' And all of the dope you slangin', hell might be your destination There is not a heaven for a thug Whether blood or you cuss you will bow before the judge Yeah, better keep duckin' them slugs 'Cause one day the Lord will say "enough is enough" And out of you and me, I'm the worst of all 'Cause what you doin' homie I done did in my thoughts We like to judge the outside but God knows in our heart is where the crime, bruh The church regular who don't listen to secular But hate his brother [?] just as dead, bruh Or the goody-two-shoes with her nose up With no compassion, her heart still froze bruh Or the rapper steady rappin' 'bout the Savior But in the back of his mind all he want is paper We should all be dead So Christ set us free through the blood that was shed If our faith's in him, no condemnation Past present future sin - propitiation You wonder why I cling to the King Minus his mercy then I'm brain dead G So come taste and see That the Lord is good, in him there's peace PRoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
