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