Kambino - Exodus lyrics

[Verse 1 - Kambino] Survival of the fittest Poor vs the richest cure vs sickness I grew up in the middle of war slept in the trenches Saw the bullets soaring I'd side step 'em by inches Heard it promised no weapon is formed against us Whatever prosper that sure ain't keep 'em from firing We're fragments of what they busted from hittin' us we're s**ed But it was enough to keep us from expiring He found me in the streets I was a tired man Taught me how to handle the heat made me a fireman Extinguish the flame of sin that was in me Then gave me the gain of scripture to keep it from burning bright again Here I am on cold nights though Daydreaming of schemes that could get me right yo Revert back to the tactics that come natural Befriending tendencies that are in fact a foe Even though the truth and fact I know I read it try my best to heed it push the casket closed On my past go put on a mask and interact with those Who seem as though they stay clean fresher then they pastors clothes But so what's wrong with me then Why all these thoughts I try to block find ways to sneak in Why I get the panties to drop and now I'm deep in Soon as I cum so does the weightiness that we've sinned So tired of back and forth with it From favor to unfortunate faith is disproportionate Future that I'm craving finding ways to keep aborting it He showed us to the exit us we keep ignoring it [Hook - Selah The Corner] You see my armor getting heavy Holding on this two edged machete but I don't think they ready Teaching people how to Serengeti plan We just wanna make it to the promise land Show me to my exodus show me to my exodus Show me to my exodus show me to my exodus Show me to my exodus show me to my exodus Show me to my exodus show me to my exodus [Verse 2 - Selah The Corner] I pledge allegiance to the Lord of hosts They hunger for the bread got me thinking 'bout the toast Shots to the first born on my front step Last plague don't care about the blood on my door post 91 Psalm will keep me from harm But I was taught so will this ratchet in my other palm Ain't tryna walk on no water in another storm I'm just tryna make it so my brother and my mother come Jehovah ordered my fitness In the court of opinions I'm a reppin' God as my witness Nah mean really God is my witness testifying to your people dying In the wilderness the grave is where your people flying And life is it's supply of bigger demand Show me to the living water in this dessert land To many slaves follow in command Father show us to your promise land [Hook]