Psya - Reuben

Dirty dollar bills
The holder of secrets
The devil's in the fine print
Just look in the creases
That puzzle hitting different
When missing the pieces
Keep em jumping to conclusions
But missing a thesis
Got em gassed
Applying the pressure
No tank and fully charged
Like driving a Tesla
For the Lord
I'll slide on whoever
Break em down to the core
Then get em together
The only profit
That a prophet makes
Are the treasures laid in Heaven
When applying faith
I took a crooked path
Tryna get it straight
And running from the old man
I narrowly escaped

Praying for waves of energy
Like an interval
Pulling them scriptures straight from the book
Like a centerfold
I was so crooked but now repentance
Will get me straight
And separate the talkers from the walkers
The real from the fake
I can look a demon and a scoffer
Right dead in the face
Tell him better get behind my Lord
And stay in your place
This grace that I'm covered with is like playing fire
But I'm wearing an oven mit
I know the Messiah
Got us in the New Covenant
His blood is the same blood
As red as the wine I sip
The bread is the same body
I'm trying to take part of it
Don't tell me how hard is this
I tell you to manage it
He died from them yelling
Come and get him who man is this

Revealing my vantage point
I'm giving a birds view
The only way to lie about the book
Is to know it's true
If I see the god in you
And you see the light in me
We're walking the same path
Then how can we not agree
Spiritual lottery
The luck of the draw
Just a hopeful elect
Of the 144
Obeying my Lord
I'm giving honor to Him
I'm loving my brothers
As I endure till the end
I'm covered in sin
The food's tainted and the water is polluted
Life's a hard pill
Play it cautious when you chew it
Everlasting I pursue it
And this flesh yea I'm through with
I'm ready for the heat
Cause my faith walks me through it

Written by:
Blake Carthan

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