CunninLynguists - Everywhere lyrics

[Hook] He is everywhere In the dirt, in the trees, in the streets He in the church, in the jails, on the beach It ain't a place that ain't touch these feets He's the living word that is preached He is everywhere In the dirt, in the trees, in the streets He in the church, in the jails, on the beach It ain't a place that ain't touch these feets He's the living word that is preached [Verse 1] He is so raw, he don't need to be seen He so raw he don't need you and me on his team Responsible for nightmares and dreams He's the winning lottery ticket that made you scream He cam quiet any raging storm and He's the reason your eyes popped open this morning Give him praise with every piece of strength you got Talking about being successful I'm sorry you not And God ain't involved in your little biz We can't make no moves till he makes his He's the salt and the pepper, we the sheep he the shepherd Took the crown from Nebuchadnezzar Carried by God, never left stranded And d**h is your free ticket to get off the planet My father owns all the books So if you rob me n***a I'm still rich as f**k [Hook] [Verse 2] He is everywhere, every step of my path is a weapon For I trust, left us blessed with the craft And though many times I give less than what's asked When tarnished he's varnish on my bra** My idol, I don't bow before gold cow In this cold world he's my snowplow He's my knowhow, rights my wrongs in my iris Makes sure that my sight is long No Isis or Osiris, in my crisis, Christ is the shining sun for the lightness As I write this he puts heart in the lifeless For the righteous he's a way out your plight Just pray, in the hurricane you won't sway For Latter Day Saints, here's what you don't say Yahweh made me and out of one clay My praise, shouldn't limit it to Sundays [Hook]