[verse 1 Threat] [verse 2 FLO] Just a young boy when I told pops I wanted to do music for the Lord He said he believed I could do anything in the Name make a change in the world Erasing the pain and the hurt saved in Him from the grave getting raised from the dirt Thanks in return I knew when this hate in the church dangerous and it leave a bitter taste make it worse Ive seen the wolf rocking sheep teeth Abba fresh up out the womb I was deceived Demonic oppression in the room tryna sleep please God help me anybody hear me screaming Satin in my ear YOU A WEAKLING NOBODY WOULD EVEN CARE IF YOU WERE DECEASED Thinking bout a BULLET to the brain what a sweet dream till I hear the whisper in the rain You could be free Now we getting rot with the politics spitting just to get hot man Im tired of it Maybe I should just stop because honestly all I see in christian hiphop is a lot of cliques We absorb the sin as a port division evidently get poor decisioned or joust when were we forgetting orphan widow and hordes of women checking in a abortion clinics for real Tell me what the blood spill for so you could still drink you could still smoke Inherit the riches of a King but you living like you still broke NO somebody tell me that theres still hope The worst of em all put that on mine I dont deserve to be call but Im on line Im disturbed how we do it for the most high but you talking bout how Im tryna steal your shine Got me feeling like we lost sight nuttin like a man caught up in his own pride Humble till he make it to the top suddenly he forgot about the whole climb I will put down the mic before Im drowning without a fight I am bound to Christ aint about to let the rhymes I write be the reason that I die tonight
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