Sean Slaughter - Walk the Walk lyrics

[Chorus] I'm a Disciple for Christ Walk the walk, talk the talk, so what's ya life He died then came to life I feel it's only right that we walk toward the light But to get there, we gotta fight, so get ya helmets tight [Verse 1] It's a daily struggle, that's why I never juggle The earth and church, that'll quickly have you under rubble My God please keep me humble, and walking toward your ray of light Each day and night, I speak to your son, and pray I'm right In his eyes, the world despise, my heavenly ties But when the spirits upon me, I got the strength of seventy guys To go the whole length, I got the belt of truth buckled tight Breastplate to keep me right, feet fitted with the peace give in a corner tight Lord be my guiding light, my faith is my shield, put a yield to the demonic bite Last but not least my sword will make a crease in any beast That tries to lay a hand on God's peeps Get ya helmets fitted, all ya sins have been acquitted Like you ain't did it, got that Lucifer ranting livid Before my emotion was stale, since I'm clean I'm vivid And peace given in any situation that's risen [Chorus] [Verse 2] He's risen, that word to the Bible, it's written I'm a soldier with a rifle or a Bible and disciple With a message for the trife in you, just listen for the life in you My God can make a way, but the road is narrow You're precious in his sight, even his eye is on the sparrow There's only on road, but you disregard the arrow You rather seek ya sign or find ya life through some tarots Or physic, ya dummin' out like hits with a nightstick Cause if ya faith ain't in Jesus Christ, then ya life's bent Ya lost in the source, my minds stuck on the cross And blood lost, for me and yours he paid the whole cost Took care of the tab, my nose in the Word, up in my lab Etching lyrics like commandment on a concrete slab Word to our forefathers, Isaac, Abe, and Jacob Ya cross ya need to take up, ya sleeping dog so wake up My daily bread I break up, cause Christ is in my makeup Ya need to put that cake up, my Lord's hustle is greater Children of God we be the, common denominator To change the numerator, cause you's a prayer hater And Jesus is my savior, no matter what's ya flava General to the major His words are clear like numbers on my pager Hit me on the box, I'm watering his crops Give him all the props, I'm just a man Flesh and bone, in a spirit zone I'm not blacking out, but lighting up Lord fill my cup Monique Lisa [Chorus]