You - Şevin

Yeah.

it’s all you mane

It’s all you Father

You know I’m sayin

Like my homeboy RMB said mane

We gotta make a covenant with our eyes you feel me?

Just make sure you focused on the right thing though, you know

Yeah, Dear Father I’m so close to the edge

My heart’s broken… hopes torn to shreds

Bottle full of Vodka, throat full of meds

When I land on the chopper… ghosts in my head

I’m tryin to pay the price can you change the fee?

I always thought I had game but he was gamin' me

Dear Lord, you gotta form a change in me

Cause your will is so far from what I’ve came to be

Every villain that I hang with’s feelin' the same anguish

We lost in the rain Lord it ain’t just me

It’s a dichotomy they say that I’m a leader so they follow me

I’m hollow all I follow is the liters that I’m swallowin'

Jesus if I’m heated when I’m speakin' please pardon me

I can’t relate to these people and hypocrisy so

Make haste and please keep me in your property

Cause… The snakes hate, they can’t keep up with a prodigy

They’re spiritually committing sodomy in bottom feed

Plottin' to slaughter me but all they gon' do is martyr me, mane

They actors they can’t even do stunts

You punks, ain’t no fruit punch in my arteries

I’m hard-a-ly sweet, this a new era

This is not a repeat

You could fill a few derricks with the water we weep

It’s a marriage when… God and me meet

Till they lay every part of me deep

I’m thankful for compassion, I feel it, it’s been with me

Up to bat and if it’s crackin' I’m stealin' like Ken Griffey

Mama I’m tryin to be a refined diamond

So it’s only right that I sell a million in ten cities

Let’s be remembered for the good we’ve done

Life is more than the cheddar and the hood we from

Cause His love was measured on the wood he hung

Day to day we see pleasure like a good rerun

It’s… time to praise him like it should be done

You might not change the world but you could teach one

And I know without you what I would become

Once again these deaf niggas understood me none, Yup

There’s no reason without — you

My life has no meaning without — you

I’d be fiendin' without — you

So I’m never leavin' without — you

You guessed it… I’m tormented and sick

My whole life I’ve been getting the short end of the stick

Makes me wanna hit ‘em with a venomous prick

Put out their fire and then rip out the end of the wick

I could… bring out the bloods like feminine drip

Keep it YD official, blend ‘em in the the crips

There’s no surrender dog even when the generals hit

We out ya gate, ya’ll shaped like the end of a brick

Boy I’ve been in the pit where it’s sick but the Lord has seen us

Divine order time is shorter than the boy Zaccheus

Our Lord is Jesus, we don’t need a court to free us

Niggas fake man that’s why we don’t support the leaders

They don’t support us neither

They’d let us starve before they’d feed us

Spend money playin' God, tryin ta clone the fetus (anti-Christ)

The answer’s in the book, we need some different readers

It stack but it don’t cook we need some different heaters

It amps but it won’t umph, we need some different speakers

…Believers keep your eyes on Jesus

If you’re down with it, let all of creation abound in it

From Sac to my folks down in the Bay town on Seacrest

Every man in Christ is reborn creatures

We just tryin to live right, who gon' teach us?

Every man in Christ is reborn creatures

If we just tryin to live right then go on, teach us

There’s no reason without — you

My life has no meaning without — you

I’d be fiendin' without — you

So I’m never leavin' without — you

So gangsta

Yet so elegant

Might see me mob smob mobbin' in my element

We keep it crackin' on these Cali streets

Sittin' on some 20's bangin Jesus with the Dali heat

Don’t be pimped

For sure I had to bring it

Ghetto gospel has arrived in Sactown we got it slangin' uh

I hang with folks who drink 40's and smoke ganja

And for me I’m high on Christ sip sippin' on that Jamba

We mo' refreshin than them beverages

You dealin' with Sevin and the west coast evangelist

Come against the spirits of porn, lust, sex and thizz

Anti religious but we still handle our Father’s 'biz

Too many buttercup emcees don’t wanna hit on issues

They smile to your face but Judas, they still might kiss you

They run they mouth cuz in reality they jealous haters

So I stay focused on Christ the chosen one and real oasis