D.Will - S. O. P. (Spirit Of Peter)

You know they said never wake a giant from its slumber
Start a real rumble you heard
This that M.O.G. from the zoo
You know how I do
What my life like, Tryna get my life right
Cut from a different cloth, still got my knife right
By my side like a nightlight, homicide on the mic mic
Do beats like Kevin Hart, they l all gotta go night night
Precision with the vision if God gave me the eyesight
Ain't focused on my past but still keep it in hindsight
Gotta follow God. You lost? Look for the bright light
Won't find Him in a church, but in people built like a Lite-Brite
Turn the other cheek, but not when fighting the right fight
Catch me all in the highlights, take a L, I wish I might
Jab, go to the body and finish Em with a nice right
Spaz, go to the Body, for them to say I ain't Christ like, so I'm like
What are you then, Bet you can't take what you've been spewing
But you a new man, more likely the new Judas
Who you recruiting? No branches to bear fruit with
Ordained with a stain in your Hanes, your suits ruined
You know they only love grace when they receive it right
Acting like they got it together, the deceiving type
Shaping out to be good people but don't believe the hype
Cause pharisees could never take the form of a redeeming Christ
To be precise, they the type that fuel me to steam the mic
Thinking I'm a give it a rest, you ought to read your rights
Matter fact, remain silent, don't even type
How y'all takin bout warfare and you can't even fight
If your sensitive and only care about Benjamins, then leadership ain't a position you Should put interest in
You got to have thick skin when representing Him, cause if you soft, you're at a loss, and You ain't fit to win
I been off the porch, the city know how my face look
Every time I do a deed ain't gotta post it on Facebook
I ain't one of these, fickle seed, tickle me with a scripture tease, nigga please
Is you crazy? You gotta be crazy! Craaaaazy!
The Word tell me that He knew me before I was formed in my momma's womb
So He already knew what was up
He said you D-Will, not D-Won't
What you know bout serving God after coming out them trenches
Know this life is hard, I'm still fighting for existence
I'm tryna do His will, I ain't tryna do a sentence
But this battle ain't easy, I just need someone to listen
I think they got it twisted, just because ya boy a Christian
And they see my good deeds while I'm out here on a mission
Like I ain't fighting demons everyday, no exhibition
I be wishing that the cross had grips, cause I be slipping
Not to mention, I gotta deal with these pharisees
That wanna judge and point fingers while they preach heresy
They stuck in religion, but they examine and stare at me
I'm starting to think that these suckas need therapy
But I ain't tryna beef with the flesh, I fight spirits
No time for drama, nor the gossip, I ain't with it
But if it's smoke, anybody can get it
So I caution you to check me if you know you can't clear it
I lost my daddy, I ain't never felt no pain like that
I looked to God like, why You let it rain like that
I know a couple people probably went insane like that
Them burdens came so heavy, almost sprained my back
No umbrellas, plus the cold weather
It's sort of like my ship was set to sea with no propellers
All of the while I was still fighting the devil
I knew deep in my soul thatI had to get it together! Nah
No tway, couldn't stay like that
Flãk needed a role model, G needed a dad
Vonni needed my love, Manda needed a scrap
I lost Ja'mere, vision cleared, then I came right back
The M.O.G.'s back stronger than ever, this for my city
So I don't need permission from people on a committee
Walking tall with my head up high, you know who sent me
So get with me or respect my grind, Reem and Diddy
No homicide if we let our pride aside
Talk like men, keep it a G and let the drama die
Hate to see Kings bleed, Hate to see mommas cry
We need change and need it fast, no Ramadan
Neva been a pawn, baby I'm a Don, not easily pacified
Willie been quiet too long, it's time to gratify
Heard Satan creeping through my hood, that's why I'm a slide
Spin the block, and treat Bible study as the alibi

Written by:
David Williams

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