If you live in the eternal now, you’re a ball in hand
Never believed in luck, a benefactor of the damned
Lost your rhythm and your stealing’ fire breather bringing smoke
Whose got the church key, more of that Claymore dope

You wouldn’t go decafe, you said Jesus was a laugh
Now whose is that in the body?
In the neighborhood you thought about repenting
But you rather take from them, be the one whose given

You better know the house rules to finish in this life
Cause you’ll learn the difference if you Dog the Nine
I can not seem to say what I want to relate, but by His power I will say
The picture of what He wants to portrait wants me by His Spirit to associate

The warehouse getting smaller, skitzing played yourself
Versace on your back, sideways and ill
You were left behind, you weren’t watching’, you were sleeping
Now your mother’s squatted down alone and she’s weeping

You might not think its phat to apply the cross
The blood of Christ was shed to save your soul
It’s all about the sin that you’re compiling
Cast salt into your violence, stop freestyling

You got the right to remain silent or freedom to speak your peace
Straight up with the truth, I give you liberty
Why you wanna live out of bounds with a riot in your veins
Hoodlum can’t find no peace, only trauma in the grave

You need a designated driver for your hostility
Spiritual habitation for your responsibility
Effectual fervent prayer touches the throne of God
Your self inflicted mass suicide die with the mob