[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
I've 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 I'm tired of it
Maybe I should just stop because honestly all I see in christian hip-hop 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 there's still hope
The worst of 'em all put that on mine I don't deserve to be call but I'm on line
I'm disturbed how we do it for the most high but you talking 'bout how I'm 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 I'm drowning without a fight
I am bound to Christ ain't about to let the rhymes I write be the reason that I die tonight