How We Comin'

I feel like Judith but I'll never kill my Jesus

I hold my heater paranoid I feel him creeping

Don't live in fear but it's rising from beneath us

Told them to teach us they refused now imma teach them

Im on go I kept my soul

Still sell out shows but that comes farther down the road

Give me a loan multiply with a home

Momma I'm grown Im a king now drenched in gold

Every lie that I was told this the way that I would cope

Talked to the devil but he screaming give me more

He wants me emotions and my heart to get my soul

Now he seeming angry because he knows whose in control