Ducking deep n ditches,
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Avoiding the depths of suspicion ,
heading toward remission
Recidivism is a sinners religion
Doing wrong cuz it feel so right
Dodging laws,
breaking jaws,
sleeping at night gaining mental scars;
Escaping the killing fields,
without passing the drills
N da conclaves of the soul rest a sleeping giant
Awaiting the day to be evils defiant warrior
With the Armor of God, Armageddon'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 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 sense
the time is now the place is here
to gather our numbers,
demolish the vibe to divide and conquer
dig deep within the crevasses of our spirit and dispose anything not heavenly approaching