| Beautiful condescention, my Savior from the heavens | 
| Laid his head among men, redeem humanity was the intention | 
| Some think he only gave a moral lesson | 
| Well if you believe that | 
| You missing the point like run-on sentences, ah | 
| After I die be rerssurected | 
| My family will be chilling in the sky like the Jetsons | 
| So I bow my head for the meal, thank God for His provision | 
| Reminded this ain’t the only bread that I need for living, boy | 
| That sin you living isn’t freedom, that’s prison | 
| Trapped by your own conviction reminded the closck’s ticking, uh | 
| Through many years of rebelling, heart’s growing cold as a blizzard | 
| Only the Gospel can melt 'em | 
| So many rappers be using His name in vain | 
| Talkin' how you keep it real | 
| You kidding, what you mean? | 
| You talking how you flipping money, plus you getting green | 
| When you laid up in that pine box, time stops it seems | 
| You wanna live fast, die young | 
| You dummy live wise, die ready whenever the moment comes | 
| The power of life or death reside in the tongue | 
| So we usin' every breathe to lift up the name of the Son, ah | 
| I came to lift 'em all high | 
| And can’t nobody tell me different | 
| And if faith coming through hearing | 
| Well, I hope all of y’all listen up | 
| I came to lift 'em all high | 
| And can’t nobody tell me different | 
| And if faith coming through hearing | 
| Well, I hope all of y’all listen up | 
| I’m going back in, this is round number two | 
| Found in the truth | 
| Drinking living water like the fountain of youth, woo! | 
| Forever young I live eternal | 
| People are gon' burn you | 
| When they do, tell me who you turn to | 
| Living horizontal, look vertical | 
| Men hold on, eyes forward, stand tall, no urinal | 
| Man is a servant who, die to himself | 
| Put his pride in a funeral | 
| Bury me with no tombstone | 
| I speak the truth, but y’all don’t wanna listen | 
| There’s souls to be won so I say let’s go get 'em | 
| They talking 'bout cards when I say I go fishing | 
| I still hate religion, why you think I’m a Christian? | 
| They wanna know the difference | 
| The piece between God’s been broke from our sinning | 
| Religion is man using his good deeds, trying to close the distance | 
| But we can never reach Him | 
| Only Jesus came to get us, man | 
| I came to lift 'em all high | 
| And can’t nobody tell me different | 
| And if faith coming through hearing | 
| Well, I hope all of y’all listen up | 
| Ayo, yeah | 
| Skrip |