Letras
Raised from the deadliest catacombs of my heart
Meaning my innermost graves
He rolled the stone from the arch
Resurrecting every day by the grace of my God
My flesh daily on a hunt
So I'm bear-trapping its plot
But let the Spirit murder me
With courtesy I'm urging thee
To spike into my rights
And find it quick to humble me
Only stage worth taking
Is a bended knee to honor thee
Catch me spitting
With a cocktail of hymnology
Watch the Christ
Feed the fiends
Watch the Creed
Meet the street
And flip a wretched race into glorious chorus of praise
Scoring a glorious opus
From His blood ink paid
Two thousand years
Since the day
His grace displayed
And he's still saving folks from their grave
Including me
(Jesus)
Lifted out the gutter
Shushing haters to a stutter
And crumbling religion
With the spitting of His mutters
Just messing with doubters
Catering to feed the brothers
Undercover foretelling
Death's soon and coming hour
Hovering between fulfilling prophecy
Hypocrisy from fakers
Hit by men mobbing
Out they jealousy
Rebuking false power
From the powers that be
Letting Lazarus decease
God's glory increased
Defeat for Christ
Was a forever a fleece
To show flex, and resurrect
Defeat to the ultimate thief
My soon and coming king, uh
Forever will be
No doubt to surmount
The Love that died on a tree
Building an arc from the start
Through the tomb I am free
Through His grace I believe
His revolution
My evolution
No longer I but Christ in me