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I'm pointing my fingers up to the number one
I won't stop talking bout it until it's done
This country's a mess, it's overrun
I feel like Ben, but this is not for fun
Don't be depressed, we have won
Covered by the best, God's only Son
Get up and dressed, put on your gun
Give nothing less, this is not for fun
I'm pointing my fingers up to the number one
I won't stop talking bout it until it's done
This country's a mess, it's overrun
I feel like Ben, but this is not for fun
Don't be depressed, we have won
Covered by the best, God's only Son
Get up and dressed, put on your gun
Give nothing less, this is not for fun
I know some Christians are standing back
They don't wanna get involved in politics, yeah
But it's time to shine this light of mine
So I wrote this rhyme just to define
I feel God's calling upon my life
To make peace in the middle of the strife
But to hold the Bible like an able knife
Cut through the darkness and to give the blind sight
It's crazy, because we're all living this lie
Which side you on? You going left or right
Border issues, abortion issues
Puberty blockers and cutting off tissues
But I wanna focus on the real schism
They're making you a part of science fiction
Feeding you genetically modified organisms
That's sure to get you
You need to realize that they're messing with you
This narrative won't be the thing to fix you
You're eating the lies that they're feeding to you
They're writing the songs that they're singing with you
Yes, they're pulling the wool over your eyes
Indoctrinating our kids on the sly
Shove pills down your throat and tell you that you're fine
Stay asleep, don't open up your eyes
I'm pointing my fingers up to the number one
I won't stop talking bout it until it's done
This country's a mess, it's overrun
I feel like Ben, but this is not for fun