TrePeace - Opening Words

Weapons drawn line in sand
All the smoke
Take the land
Maximus mixed with three hundred soldiers
I'm dat lit
I'm dis nice He's so cold
Heavenly Father one cord
Plugged in I'm wit the plug
For the low
That's all love
My cadence steady my word heavy
That real sword
No app Betty
Crocker cookin kitchen clean
White robe
J's underneath
Soul bought paid the price
Boss talk I'm talkin Christ
I live for Him we takin names
I stack it folks
That's Chi slang
This south flow
I'm Chi Lanta
I'm North South
Here's one better
I'm one set
I'm straight in Heaven
Laying hands, twenty-four seven
No fake reppin
No line stepping
One trend setter
Those red letters
I know somebody
I'm in the body
I'm wit the body
That's errbody
Somebody dream
Ain't killed mine
My soul weak
He healed mine
You twenty something
I'm thirty something
Only time I'm counting
Kingdom numbers
We here together we can't fold
I'm Jesus fresh
I can't mold
I die daily
Today old
I pray for my Cleansed soul

Written by:
David Bradley

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