My Soul

[Verse 1] A lot of these creative entrepreneurs Talk a lot but they be making lots of manure I reinvent but they see take and copy it more The thieves are coming so we placed a lock on the door Take the Glock out the drawer, aim it off atcha core My sacrifice is a fee they can hardly afford My second family yo we gave it all for the Lord Forever searching cause He made a lot to explore I’m prepping your mind for Malevolent monsters Who severe your conscious With competitive nonsense Heaven is watching, so step in my office Cause wrecking my cause is something you’ll never accomplish I step in the mosh pit, with several agnostics, and press em' with charges Then threaten em’ all with a couple of evidence bombs of Excellent doctrine My record is popping, I’m rejecting the offers, of several imposters Quit checking my pockets, ya’ll never was honest, the predator’s fallen, the devil has fallen, I wrestle with options, the pressure to stock this, American dollar, our federal fathers, spreading a toxin The cancerous logic, has crept in the closet, the medicine doctors, accepting the profit, no weapon can prosper, repetitive mantra I speak the truth but they don’t heed it though They can never stop me from talking bout Jesus though They can’t comprehend the light but I see it bro They wanna take my soul but I need it though [Hook] (x2) Oh, Thank you Master for my Soul Lord, hold me close don't let me go [Verse 2] They say the lyricism is eminemish ok I say the fear up in em' has been replenished ok I'ma steer the ship that makes scripture enter yo brain I’m the mirror image of reminiscing on days where they Paused and they kissed and they walked with their kids And they taught what they lived and they marched with their friends I’m appalled at these ticks called politics that steer yo thinking wrong Cause America still eating off them Hiroshima bombs And that’s the world that we live in the times are evil The movie's revelation CNN at 9’s the preview It’s propaganda in provocative songs, our Father’s are gone We numbing the pain with a couple of shots of Patron There’s an abortion clinic next to a lot of the homes Of people born with skin that’s clearly darker than most "Let’s kill a whole race of people, the target is ages 8 to zero Get em’ placed in deep rows of infinite poverty holes" S’why I’m clicked up with a whole team of philosophical drones To propagate the gospel of hope with our God on the throne Til we’re blocked our we’re blown til we’re dropped or we’re stoned For dominant tones in the metropolis zone... won’t ever stop til your continent shows the cross that we hold Lock it and load, monotonous groans Of people dying…I speak from Zion My God isn’t Gone.. But Keep denying..I’ll keep replying by dropping these song Of heat and fire, for The Messiah the God of my soul [Hook] (x2) Oh, Thank you Master for my Soul Lord, hold me close don't let me go