[Verse 1]
A wise man gave me a strategy
I listen up because I know the man is not a fool
The strategy he gave me was to branch out
A simple strategy for my life and my prayer too
Pray about homes for the homeless
Receiving wisdom, peace and comfort when they're troubled
Teaching them that there is mercy for their fumbling
Tutor your boy like Huntington
Pick up the ball and run again
Swinging that arm like running man
Laugh at you cause you funny, man
Swinging and missing the picture cause you're too busy stunting, man
(Rrr)
Taking hits and gon' pretend like you ain't feeling it
(Rrr)
Instead of sitting and complaining, better get it in
(Rrr)
That's the sound of the hustle
Gotta keep it focused, boy ya better get the bustle
Move wherever God'll tell you to
Don't forget your spirit food
Even if you fall in sin
You always got a home in Him
Hope again
[Bridge]
You know you got a plan and a purpose
Right
So you better get to working
Whether broker, maybe teaching, even surfing
Know for sure that you'll never stop learning
Ride a wave, Book of Life through every page
Wait, pray before you you move cause you could go broke in a day
Stay on the righteous path, no more swaying or swerving
One more thing, prepare to do some hurting
[Verse 2]
Focus on the main ting
Tunnel vision, master piece together paintings
Of my future, am I singing? rapping? Draking
Trophy limping from the double-V's I'm taking
Right
Everything that's Bible is a true thing
Right
Enemy perpetually losing
Right
Victory in Jesus, I ain't even gotta fight
I know my joy is coming, know we almost through the night
He can free you from that thing that hurt you way before
You thinking "that's the big one. That's a dino sore
Maybe you ain't got no money, bro you kinda poor
Ain't no reason that this queen or king can't shake the floor
Make a name for the King that came to hit abort
On the death and destruction we were in it for
Welcome to the armory of the Holy Spirit Corps
Out of every weapon, I suggest you take the Sword
Be reborn, and restored, don't be torn, by the thorns
You are more, than adorned, you are better than before
Lift your eyes, always rise, to the King, of the skies, to the Prize, You can fly
You ain't gotta die
Inside
You forever have that inner piece
Testify, like "thanks for the memories"
Father God, Lord of Heaven, You're the Centerpiece
No matter who be giving out their two cent apiece
[Verse 3]
Two centipedes
Two scary things
One's monster, one's a beast, who let him in?
Oh my gahh, two sides of the same crea-
-Ture, he's smiling at me, wish I had the same glee
Oh my God, I been thinking bout the same things
Every evil in the world be tryna take me
Jesus, keep me in Your will and in Your way, please
I give You everything inside of me, no fake pleas
GOD!
I'm really on my last breath
Ain't no stopping on the side of roads for a rest
I think I might've took a wrong draw on page left
Cause in my book, this neighborhood be lookin kinda sketch
Everywhere I look around there's all these stressed teens
Not always influenced by any of the best things
Compare themselves to others, not counting their blessings
They need to realize that they themselves are blessed things
Chasing fantasies, lies are batteries
Misconceptions, stuck on fallacies
They don't want authenticity, they wanna chase vanity
With all the same strategies, the meaning of insanity
Don't fear music cause it's got a Message
Avoiding life because you fear of ever stressing
Lemme tell you something that you never guessed, in
Real living doesn't have to be depressing
[Outro]
Just ride with the beat
Gon glide on my feet
Gon fly in the air
Got gold in my hair
On the Holiest of paths
Ain't no turning back to past
Through the blockade Imma blast
Hit'em with the Final Flash