Even though the track’s a little dirty Christ is still worthy like James with his name on the back of his Jersey. His claim ain’t no rings, cuz his fame is his mercy, when he came they was saying who dat like ya heard me. Up from the grave like his name’s early, straightened sin out now the oppositions curly. Christ is the scape goat, if this were a democracy we’d literally take votes campaigning our hypocrisy. All majestic eternal God sovereign, the living water who will never leave us parched when. In our sin He is light we were darkened, but he hearkened, he is the door we walked in. We were dead like e-ternally chalked in, until Christ came after us like he was stalking. Gave us life but many was like balkin, so they won’t live long and prosper Vulcan. Uhnn, guess who just walked in, you’ll never guess death brought a guest called often. Who got a brother named coffin, since Jesus died so many lives revived death you lost them. Don’t take it personal though, what you expect when God says yes, expect more or less we will know. Oh! You can’t measure the flow like it’s so tight, your measurements light man measure is the flow Christ. Is the flow life, or is it be-cause like be pro-life, you see gauze will not pause who bleeds life. I’m sure put this metaphor to your life and all, life without Christ is like climbing an icy wall. And you going down, like the prices fall, so what you sayin is you wanna be famous? Your man Jigga said forever remain nameless, but that Hov and Jehova ain’t got the same list. One’s talking style the other’s talking reconcile, the former’s headed to the Underworld Kate Beckinsile, Sale. The gates of hell won’t prevail, unless you got an invitation delivered by Satan’s mail. Dudes ain’t feeling him but Jesus ain’t Braille, but they just as blind as the holes you feel in the papel. If your condition is loss of sight can’t see well, sin is chokin this world out like it’s Sprewell. Selling the same dreams call sin resale, but the gospel is a message for all email. Ha, God’s truth is what we yell, they said the message stinks, I’m guessing we smell. I’m trying to get up in their ear like a seashell, to tell em faith alone by grace alone. Christ came alone, did his thang alone, was crucified, died and did rise there’s no bones. The only one who keeps us up he’s the holy one, the only son, we’ve only just begun, we holy none. In God’s story unless he credits, Adam is scratched out as our head it’s been changed to Jesus edit my shame. Life is a dice game and I bet will change, I’m just playing life is Christ driven, Im in his lane. Beep, move over sin you need to, his love is vast as the ocean and faith is the Sea Doo. I got a message for you all God sees you and part two is similar it’s that he sees through. How could he not omniscient magnificent unchanging omnipresent all wise and sustaining. Will keep you blameless so nothing seeps through, his mysteries are unfathomable and deep too. Ha, I’m just playing but I’m not when I’m saying, God is love and that love seeks you. And you was blind, now you see like peek a boo, if this Pokemon I’d say God’ll Pikachu. Now to him who is able to keep you from stumbling now and forever then amen.
