Ducking deep ‘N' ditches avoiding the depths
Of suspicion, headed toward remission
Recidivism is a sinners religion
Doing wrong cause it feels so right
Dodging laws, breaking jaws, sleeping at
Night gaining mental scars;
Escaping the killing fields without passing the drills
In the conclaves of the soul rest a sleeping giant;
Awaiting the day to become evil's
Defiant warrior; with the armor and shield of God,
Armageddon's's advocate of war, on the brink
Of world wide annihilation,
Alienated by born again racist;
Judging the wicked, claiming free-will
The antagonist, repenting while venting,
While the protagonist is on a divine mission
Given to us, His Son;
Without regards to the outcome
The gift bestowed to a clan that will never
Forget, even though plots are concealed,
Schemed, and mapped out to steal, but
Through Him all wounds are healed
Righteousness overcomes false witnesses, but
We must maintain, keep our faith, and by
All means never bow down to the fraudulent
Lying behind the pulpit when whats spoken
‘N' dollars makes no cents
The time is now, the place is here,
Together our numbers, demolish negative vibes
To divide and conquer our unified tribe
Dig deep within the crevasses of our
Spirits and dispose anything not heavenly
Approaching our souls…