cconsciencee - Looked At The Grave (feat. K. Cartel)

I looked at the grave
I got this faith
I'm seeing the hate
I meet it with Grace
Ain't duckin no smoke
I mean what I say
I'm clutching the toast
And leavin the plate
I feast on the bread life
And season the steak
I went from milk to meat
Gotta keep up the pace
Even the devil got opps
I teamed up wit K
The K gotta beam, bro keep me away
Blood in blood out you aint leavin the faith
We really came from the mud
And dream of this day
I Heard about such and such, how he's leaving the faith
God don't plan Bs maaan…not sheep it's a snake
Ima black out
Christ catchin bodies got it packed out
Clip filla truth like black card
I'm finna max out
God held the kid down so long
I had to tap out
Got my face in the truth like book worm just hashin it out
Flesh gotta vendetta
Shoulda had God right at the front I would been betta
Lets keep it P what do you see whole lotta trend setters
All of these gurus
Whole lotta drip
And all of this sin pressure
I looked at the grave
I got this faith
I'm seeing the hate
I meet it with Grace
Ain't duckin no smoke
I mean what I say
I'm clutching the toast
And leavin the plate
We ain't cutting the code
We stuck on this narrow road
And ain't gonna fold
Rain sleet slow
He carries the globe
Gotta fleet fulla souls
Gotta keep to the code
If its pressure you know that we wit that
Cannon on me gotta kick back
Take the breathe outta demon like tic tacks
Not taking no breaks not a Kit Kat
Boy you know how I get when it come to faith
We ain't going for nothing we tapped in
Loaded with truth so we strapped in
Couldn't pull in the front so we backed in
I wish a hater would try to tell me Christ was Cap
I'm coming for your hat get you sacked like warren sapp
Beatin down yo block not with glocks this be truth
Knock you out yo socks stand on rock nothing new
Conscience it play with my conscious
I'm beating that body til bleeding unconscious
Blow after blow like we stuck in a mosh pit
I'm ready for war like that pit was my target
Bro this a banger fa sho
Steppin for Christ cuz that's all that I know
66 for the cannon I'm ready to blow
I ain't going for nothing
I move with the ghost
It's a hole
Whole lotta drip
Covered in blood but I'll preach to crip
Tell them there's grace every time that they slip
Gotta repent and you give it to him
I'm rooted In Christ so I'm meek not a wimp
I carry my cross so I walk with a limp
Stay true to the word hold it tight with the grip
I looked at the grave
I got this faith
I'm seeing the hate
I meet it with Grace
Ain't duckin no smoke
I mean what I say
I'm clutching the toast
And leavin the plate

Written by:
K. Cartel, M Alexander Brown

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