Sean Slaughter - Righteous_King lyrics

(Chorus) Cousins by the concrete, brothers from the blacktop, illegal glocks crooked cops, crack rocks, kids shot, when will it stop When my God descends, righteous King Cause power is he ruler over everything (Verse 1) The city never sleeps, so the Lord never rests Jesus Christ on the right, God throned on the left For ya monkey's in the middle, choose ya fate or get ya name erased From the Book of the Lamb, snatched away ya dinner plate Now you can't eat, can't sleep, the street's apply the heat This battle you reign victorious, its war smell defeat Ya dealing' wit a God professor, apply the pressure Battle who, I got the mic and bible on my dresser If you caught up like Bokeem, moving with no steam Ya need to look to the high king, shine like a ice ring I'm still studying the verse in red like a bloody pen d**h to the house that divides over the dividend What kind of world we living in, praise you cause you k**ing men We should be uplifting them, but nah, we bullet clipping em' Street dogs catch a deal, but the labels pimpin em Amping em', for the mighty dollar cut ya man and them That's why I keep my third eye, like a bird's eye on the Trinity Father, Son and Holy Ghost be filling me Whether my pockets is dust or I'm living splendidly I'ma give the Lord all the glory till the end of me And at the end of the road like Juane, I hope the Lord dons me With some angel wings, throw ya hands, praise and sing No more earth laboring streets of gold, stories told On how he keep me bold in a world so cold, my soul control By his grace and mercy, Satan couldn't hurt me Cast him in the swine, turn the water wine, Christ is mine I left the d**h behind, with the dumb, deaf and blind Took a breath and climbed to Jesus Christ the vine, I'm just a branch In a soldier stance, in a frozen trance On the enemy as I advance Loose my brethren, orders from pops in heaven Word life, because of Christ its like I'm on my third life He saved me from alcohol, he saved me from d** He saved me from guns and doing dirt with the thugs He saved me from driving drunk, keep me from the cell bunk Blowin' skunk, m**ms and monks A body in the trunk could have been me, my rep was filthy Until he filled me, with the holy ghost, the day of Pentecost But still today so many men are lost In a worldwind of contradiction, cause hypocrites them So God is in my dictation, the truth and the way To the throne of grace where my father rests, I thank God I'm blessed With the talent of poetry, but he keep showing me That he wants me deeper, but the hill keeps getting steeper When I'm almost of the peak, I'm still climbing to where the master be (Chorus)