Ahchwan - On It

Christ mission ain't to conceal
It's strictly to be revealed
They acting me how I feel
I tell em, let’s keep it real
It's deadly off in the field
This mission can get you killed
Baptism it sealed the deal
Therefore, I must keep it trill
Look mane I'm still on it yeah
On it, on it, on it, on it
On it, on it, look mane I’m still on it
On it, on it, on it, on it
On it, on it, look mane I’m still on it
Gotta endure until the end…
Energizer Bunny, bunny
Triple A, no Duracell
Gotta recharge for something, Stand for something
In Ecclesiastes, jury duty summoned
Cause that the whole duty of man
No upset stomach, ugh
Y’all blurry, I’m focused bullseye On the target, bow
Blessed to have a seed and Ion shop at whole food markets, yeah
Hands is on the plough, looking back is not an option
Cause it can turn you stone coal
And I ain’t talkin’ Austin, whew
We got lioness to defend, to be sodomitish
And I was blessed with Kita Wita
Now I’m Simba Priding’
Got baptized received the truth, had to drop my pride and
Was told welcome to the war, now here comes the Titans
Look mane I'm still on it, yeah
On it, on it, on it, on it
On it, on it, look mane I’m still on it
On it, on it, on it, on it
On it, on it, on it, on it
Christ mission ain't to conceal
It's strictly to be revealed
They acting me how I feel
I tell em, let’s keep it real
It's deadly off in the field
This mission can get you killed
Baptism it sealed the deal
Therefore, I must keep it trill
Look I’m still on it like a broken light switch
Yeah, yeah
Still on it like your granny with a switch
Yeah, yeah
Cause she ain’t gon spear the rod you gon get whipped
And I ain’t talkin’ bout C.R.E.A.M.
But Christ Rules Everythang Around Me
But people rather live fake
Shooting collagen in their face
And silicon in they chest and cupid shots in in they booty
Men going both ways, effeminate in they ways
Getting sew-in-weaves today, I’m telling you mane they fruity
I call em: Sour Patch Kids
Cause they ain’t droppin’ they sins
They ain’t droppin’ they sins
An He coming like a thief in the night
So boy you better repent
Boy you better repent
I call em: Bed Rock Fruity Pebbles
Cause they ain’t droppin’ they sins
They ain’t droppin’ they sins
And he gon Bam Bam, Barney Rubble’s son
If they ain’t on the right end
If they ain’t on the right end
Look mane I'm still on it, yeah
On it, on it, on it, on it
On it, on it, look mane I’m still on it
On it, on it, on it, on it
On it, on it, on it, on it
Christ mission ain't to conceal
It's strictly to be revealed
They acting me how I feel
I tell em, let’s keep it real
It's deadly off in the field
This mission can get you killed
Baptism it sealed the deal
Therefore, I must keep it trill
Cause I’m still on it and homie I ain’t tired
And if I was, my hand is on that plough
I got mouths to feed
I got souls to try
Because the enemy lurking to try and take me out
And I ain’t going down without at crown

Written by:
Wallace Holst Jr.

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