That was fire. I'm serious


I got love for you God and I got love for the fans
Tell'em all bout Christ to get the blood off my hands
Since the world is "ours", my mind shifts time zones
Prayin' to the Father, my knees hit the ground like pinecones
When trials is gettin hard and temptations get enlarged
I allow the holy spirit to take charge just like credit cards
Winning souls at night, I spit to keep the wic flaming
Like bank accounts cuz everytime I'm checking Jesus is saving
The medical got a fraction of humans humans shiftin' to transexual
I didn't see the point so I switched it to a decimal
We bomb the nation with abomination thats unacceptable
When two or more are gathered Christ will turn up like the vegetable
Got lions lying in a cage to let the truth loose
Christ is the best, hands down like talkin on a bluetooth