[Hook]

I keep my eyes on the prize and my hands on the plow

'till my hands start bleedin', I'ma milk this cow

My body is my slave and my God is my master

Keep my eyes on Christ and stay from disaster

I won't stop and I won't be moved

I won't stop and I won't be moved

Say it wit' us y'all, I won't stop and I won't be moved

I won't stop and I won't be moved

[Verse 1: Stephen the Levite]

Yo, I strive for the mastery, temperate soldier slash athlete

Crown incorruptible couldn't snatch it if you battle me

My focus is locked, I don't shadow box, body check mate

Stay on deck, I'm not Tom Hanks

I cast away not my confidence

But I count lost all godless nonsense and lawlessness

To excel in my knowledge of Christ Jesus

The rest is excrement in comparison, test my thesis

I won't stop till I'm done, it's a marathon son

March two thousand God shot the gun

And I'm still runnin', poetry in motion, God's poem

Written before "In the beginnin'" and still composin'

Flowin' in prose

March to the heart beat of my God, wit' energy, throwin' them 'bows

I breathe in my nose

The Holy Spirit circulates regeneratin' me but still the fullness is released when I blow

This world just doesn't the extent

Of empowerment endowed in the Spirit of one, who represents

Like a soldier with his mind bent

Plannin' on savin' the planet from sin, with or without a regiment

Ready to die, agonizin' for Adonai

In the name of the Lamb who was slain, crucified

For the lost, on the cross He crossed the finish line

"Tetelestai" so get caught up or get left behind

[Hook]

I keep my eyes on the prize and my hands on the plow

'till my hands start bleedin', I'ma milk this cow

My body is my slave and my God is my master

Keep my eyes on Christ and stay from disaster

I won't stop and I won't be moved

I won't stop and I won't be moved

Say it wit' us y'all, I won't stop and I won't be moved

I won't stop and I won't be moved

[Verse 2: muzeONE]

Anchor to the soul, yo tsunami's can't topple me

Grounded on the rock, spirit locked down properly

Key to ministry is broken heart and wet eyes

My salvation draws nigh, keep my eyes on the skies

Mary style kid, waiting for food, my spirit's hungry

Tongue sung psalms all night long, worship is lovely

I'm buggin b, cat's is dying out there, Who's Preachin'?

Harvest whiter than vanilla ice, but no one's speaking

I'm reaching the depths of God's great gifts

If it breaks both my hips and leaves me walking with a limp

Even if that happens I’ma grip his leg hard

Because I won't let go till I'm governed by GOD

My squad stays positioned in the courts of the Lord

Yo, we're swinging swords leaving fat Philistines floored

Hardcore, rush the door, snatch men from hell's gates

Wrath packs enough weight to make the sane irate

Waiting on the Lord like Pentecost, but keep a sound mind

Power from on high showers on the hour to revive

So, turn the furnace up, burn it 7x's hotter

'cause my sin is consumed in the presence of the Father

Even though it's blazing, I won't come out

Stay patient, keep waiting till the King calls me out!

No doubt when I'm done I’ma be flaming red

Won't stop preaching till you cats throw a brick at my head