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Tell 'em bring guns out Send my up in flames And yea though I walk through the valley of the But my hope remains Whether or alive, this is do or die Christ is the gain So raise torches up high Tonight we fight for our
I was Taylored to the mic Swiftly like Kanye did And lay it down for the king a sleigh bed And they can kill us now, go get the yellow Hey put me 6 feet in the and watch a great escape I promise, ain't a 6 that can keep me down My so official, that's a technical foul Was engineered in my mother's womb for Gods' Plenty in the persecution is inventory I been spit in the face, exhibiting grace Kicked out many a place, just for sharing my My belt tight, shoes laced, a breast plate My war helmet on now I got my head The battle's on but the war is when Jesus reigns And fo' His I withstand the pressure and take the pain And if they drop us, promise, we'll take it to the grave tonight we may die, but to die is our gain!
Tell 'em bring guns out Send my up in flames And yea though I walk the valley of the dead But my still remains Whether dead or alive, is do or die When is the gain So your torches up high Tonight we fight for our
Bout to be a riot, and fire, Somebody's dyin' But it be us, covered in His blood, spillin' our guts But even if it was, let our dust blow in the wind, we win when it's puttin' out thunder-raps with the nuns So I am no prisoners, not-a-one None, and no I'm not The One I just run in the power of The Son My God's a Treads on Black mambas defeats and
Tell 'em their guns out Send my up in flames And yea I walk through the valley of the dead But my hope remains dead or alive, this is do or die When Christ is the So raise your torches up Tonight we for our King
Yeah, ready to die, for our martyrs man We die daily and up and do it all again we certain or we certainly insane Bullets our frame, still we don't deny the Name Maybe we lost it, we vuelvo Heaven is my home homie I ain't local I'm so Chords of a chorus say we to the Lord like Chords Of Hey a course, if I get to goin' in I'm off like "kill me" I'm still goin' in God, by all means Give me the faith to live and die for the
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