Verse: In this world where they sick and it’s good and God is left misunderstood, Now I see the lust that we hide and I notice we’re really no good, man is born with yokes to the neck, society soakin in sweat, it’s not complicated to see, our sinning has put us in debt/

look at us that ain’t from the tree, and men how we lurk in the shadows, you wonder why the world drown in the flood, remind them the tower of Babel, now skip over to 6BC, Augustus has taken his throne, and here comes the ruling Messiah, nothing can quench on his fire/

But we’ve coup d'état tendencies, forgetting Proverbs 16, "there’s a way to this man that seems righteous, but there motives are weighed by the King", we sit and thinking we got it, He corresponds with our path, when men have decreed they don’t want Him, His love and the goodness He has/

tell me sir what’s really good, gotta nerve to be questioning Sire, what if He had been spoke and we missed it, or what if He answered with fire, has He ever stopped by intrinsic, has He been consistent in steps, see everyone’s talking about heaven, but not everyone knows how to rep//


Verse 2:
Ain’t no hope for this world, I’ve seen them pull canons, and stand in satanical chanting like panting for breath and they’d rather insanity, so what’s left for humanity, rid yo identity, buff up for Christ like we got His heredity, melody, standing for truth, if you took of remedy/

So call your astrologers sorcerers, take’em from college star gazers, see it’s your gods that be forcing us, your wicked, prognosticators, Isaiah 47:12, take a chance on not to fail, while you were stacking your prophets, my God just deplemished your sales/

See you might write the newest flow, and you might drive the newest car, and you might have the flyest girl, and you might have the biggest gwap, but the fact is that God is requiring, obedience, and your attention, so any fabric you acquire, is it deserving to be mentioned?/

all generations that diss Him, all their intentions where vile, How they do whats right in they eyes, from every man woman and child, we wanna create from our lenses, something that can fit in our life, and if He don’t meet up to our standard, than God ain’t as good as we like/

But if God is the problem he’s part of the folly, the methods the weapons the message and felonies, all of the heresies, terror, and murder and ecstasy, genocide killings, and dealings, polygamy, villainy, I’m "Like dog is you kidding me!"/

the reason they don’t want Him to be Holy, and jealous, and loving and hating, immortal, immutable, incomprehendable, beautiful, if He is righteous at all than it means all of OUR writers are right, and the ones who gave up they lives, that means ain’t no where to run or hide, and we all have to answer to God//