Come On

Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, all glory to my lord and saviour Jesus Christ, yeah, come on, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, yeah

Check the chemistry, it was Kid Capri on TV, we had tapes, not CDs, it was Vice Lords vs. GDs, I spit it through the mic cords so they can be free, not be me

Because I fall short all the time, like three feet, but don't sweat the technique, just think, you could be gone in a blink of an eye

My lord was crucified, he came to die for you and I, I don't need a reply, my mom's just raising M.I., not N.Y., I'm a popsicle and a raisin, a shot

Everybody, it's a party, they playin' space and smokin' that lot, but not the glorified, we got the lord Jesus Christ down the side

Walk until I expire, check the attire, you won't find one flyer than my messiah for the world, I was live wire, now I'm a born-again Christian, yeah, you know, barbed wire

Been through enough hell to still be spittin' that fire, you gotta pride yourself if you wanna build wealth, lord Jesus, god, every seed that's been planted in me

I take heed to what the holy spirit is sayin' about things unseen, I'm tired of fillin' my lungs with things unclean

Because I'm hurtin', clothes are curtain, me and deception was flirtin', but lord, I thank you for the gift of discerning

I'm still earnin', desperate for higher learnin', I'm still burnin', standin' on my own feet, and I thank you for my queen