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My angel told me I'm not alone
 I pray I'm gon' see the God of old
 My family we been to hell and back
 The devil took peace but not the soul
 Don't know the last time I felt alive
 I'm pacing myself I'm petrified
 I'm bracing myself for hell's attack
 I'm lacing myself with El Shaddai
 The streets are wicked
 No peace for the free and the fiends are itchin
 3 in your teeth, they don't need extensions
 I'ma preach til' my people are free from prison
 He can see the end and the beginning
 Seeing me repent was preexistent
 He defeated sin and He ascended
 Peace and freedom is a free decision
 He redeemed the kid from evil inchin'
 The reason we can live and speak the vision
 Frees and He defends the weakest sinner
 Preaches peace for me to be forgiven
 I beat the system from a weak position
 I'm re-enlisted now I lead em' in it
 Reinvented, reading, weeping
 When i see the scripture
 Bleed conviction
 Need to heed and lift the Son of God
 Ain't no more die
 Ain't no more devils gon' rise
 All of my patnas gon' ride
 Fortified mind
 Put me down? people gon' try
 When a young son of God shine
 God on my line
 We do not mention no lie
 We do not dip and go hide
 Freedom, oh my
 Now I know we can go fly
 Lamb of God gave me new life, yea
 Monty could've been dead
 Two pistol to my head
 All I saw was red yea
 Swear it could've been the end of it
 But instead, I been resurrected
 Went from standing in the block with you
 To the hospital with my head split
 Now I testify with testaments
 Now I testify with evidence
 Temptation roaring, rain is pouring (yuh)
 I praise the Lord, my name recorded (yuh)
 Escape the force I'm Jason Bourne with it
 I ain't perfect
 J... sin? Born with it
 Soul going up and going higher
 They know I only trust Jehovah Jireh
 So now i open up to Obadiah
 I never hold my tongue I open fire
 Came from deep in the trenches of that darkness
 I had to sleep with a pistol in my garments
 Who'd ever think that a kid with a fine start would be
 Running the street with them killers and night-walkers
 And now, I got a feeling they all want me to fall
 Til' they all get to picking at my carcass
 Still I survived mark with minimalized scars
 I'm really a high target
 Syllable crime causer
 Feeling a wide margin
 Women and guys, pick and divide artists
 Kicking these lines off the noggin
 Bargain shopping, Zombie Walking
 For God we march, We hardly parking
 Bar for bar I hardly started
 My Father knocked my noggin off the darkness
 Stopped and said the bottom swapped with top
 I was bought with red like shopping carts in Target