Lyrics
homie I’m a balla, and I’m callin’ to our father,
For the honor of his water that wont cost a single dolla,
“what’s that mayne?” that’s the life that’s eternal,
and it’s terminal, internal turn external, it ain’t earnable,
it’s a freely given gift, ain’t no twists or tricks,
your abyss can be dismissed if you listen to his biz,
but please now this, it ain’t an easy life to live,
it’ll be full of hardships, and man this just for starters,
the bottom line is, there’s short of kindness,
to find it, define the fine line and stay behind it,
don’t be blinded by the bindings of this earth,
all of these pleasures yo will only cause hurt,
so I immerse myself, in the word of God,
every day dogg cuz I have heard the call,
and the earth will fall, cause hurt to all,
for certain, unless you have converted dawg,
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I’m use to being dissed as a Christian yo,
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It’s a lifestyle it ain’t no religion bro,
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I’m in this rap game to preach the gospel,
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I’m always intent to teach the lost souls,
I’m a resurrected soul, I stand erected bro,
Reject the injections of the lies, I’ve been tested yo,
I’ve been in tribulation, some handful of haters,
Every day I struggle just to fight my sinful nature,
But that’s all part of livin’ in this crazy world,
But God keep my sins in check, don’t let ‘em go n whirls,
Ain’t chasin’ after girls, yo ain’t pursuing lust,
Instead I’m a holy soldier, and I’m suiting up,
Getting’ ready for the strife that I’m bound to hit,
Don’t want a sinful life so I’m crawling out of it,
I’m livin’ for God, so that why I get dissed,
I’ll dimiss all ya disses, and stay fixed on the crucifix,
It seems to suit you well, just to shoot down to hell,
But its my job to stop you, I’ve gotton something to tell,
Don’t live ya life, of the earthly things,
Convert to the Lord, he’ll release ya burdening,
I’m jus’ a man of the people, and I stand under the steeple,
And I’m tryin’ to put a bible in the hands of the evil,
I’ll teach of the revival and I’ll preach out of the bible,
And I’ll seize an opportunity to reach with a city style,
Dogg with a gritty style, Gods on many miles,
Of ya life that you travel on, he ensures survival,
When you encounter rivals, God will help you fight them off,
When ya light is off, he will shine and just guide you on,
The straight and narrow burly gate, work against the worldly ways,
Fight ya nature and the hatred, God is withcha everyday,
In everyway he’s protectin’, but only if you accept him,
If you don’t then you’ll be constantly kept in sin,
But I can’t let that happen, yo I gotta keep on rappin’,
Scrappin’ all my track up, and just send ‘em to ya cabin,
Or ya house, or ya hood, or wear ever you may live,
Believe me I be preach, but that’s the reason that I’m dissed,
