(Intro)
Ya,
Come on,
Up in this busy world man,
Everybody's got jobs you know?,
They do,
But to be smokin' weed,
All that stuff,
That's not my job,
Not my job,
Livin' for God though,
That's a different story,
Uhuh,
That's my job,
Ya.

(Verse 1)
As I go back to my city,
People still livin' shifty,
Meth busts in the newspaper,
Real gritty,
People in the bar sippin' liquor like a fishy,
A lot of them I went to high school with,
My cliquey,
Young bucks lookin' up to them gettin' tipsy,
And now they want to do it too,
Man that's kinda risky,
A couple friends are pregnant,
Because they got frisky,
And now they gotta grow up fast,
Life's been a quicky,
I pray for the city,
God show us pity,
I know you love everyone in my whole committee,
But sin's soo filthy, unhealthy, and gritty,
You hate it with a passion,
Because it leaves you empty,
The devil's real tricky,
Deceitful and wity,
People so blind,
Situations gettin' sticky,
But praise God,
He sent His perfect Son,
That's picky,
If He never did it that would suck like a hickey.

(Chorus)
I rip mics,
All for Christ,
That's my job,
Expose dark with the light,
That's my job,
I know I couldn't do a single thing without God,
So I gotta put Him first,
At the very top,
Smoke weed?,
Get drunk?,
Not my job,
Lie, cheat, steal homie?,
Not my job,
Live to speak life on a track with my God,
'Cuz worldly talk just sounds like,
"Blah, blah, blah".

(Verse 2)
Yo I ain't claiming to be perfect,
'Cuz I slip into it too,
Backsliding messing with the fire,
It's not cool,
Sin will make you sick up in your heart like the flu,
But God will make you fresh,
Like some brand new shoes,
No more singing blues,
I'm clinging to The Truth,
Repenting to the fullest man,
Just doin' what it do,
I'm cliqued up with a crew,
Stickin' close like glue,
Fightin' demons every day,
Kinda like kung-fu,
Nothin' in the world,
Could ever undo,
The love of God for me,
And the love of God for you,
That's in Romans 8:31,
I'd assume,
Take a look in your book,
You'll be hooked,
Read it soon,
Look close up in the scripture,
Like a camera with a zoom,
The Word of God is potent,
Like a dynamite boom,
So throw away the bud, coke, E, and the shrooms,
God's got greater plans,
Gotta make room.

(Chorus)

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