Selah

I’m a soldier
Boy I told ya’,
I hold the Scriptures like you hold chips on your shoulder
Biblical clips, better load up
The snare in the drums goes snap
The lyrical tongue cocks back
The air in my lungs flows and that’sEnough to spark a revolutionMan
listen my music is ammunition
I march to the tune of a man smitten
Was slain as a lamb, yet He stands risen
Just as it was written
My orders are to cross borders
Living Water’s in my canteen,
as my camp screams for the God we love even though we can’t see Him
My passions, down to the name brands on my fashions
have to pass HimI only live off what my Captain rations