[ Featuring
Dee Minor ]
Ooh
Wait! Mic check, is this thing working?
OK let's go!
Uh! No need for the intro
This is how the thing go
This is my song and I'm telling you my story
My Dad died 20k4 I was about 8
Mummy really struggled to put a meal on the plate
Every day we contemplate
Cause we paid the fees late
Calculating times adding speed to accelerate
Doing the dirty work underground so we can celebrate
Who would ever thought this boy's gonn' elevate
Look at us now, what we are, God's vessels
Never looking where we came from, we're apostles
I'm the goodnews and I'm fresh like fruit juice
Not only in the books, it's now in the looks
Triumphant Entry into holy of holiest
God's hands on me radiating His glory
Now take pause, look at those who ignored me
Are join queues only if they could see me
End of discussion this is me(yeah!)
I'm not the boy that I use to be
I'm a Saint that's the prophecy
This is real not a fallacy (come on, come on)
From a boy to a man now
God told Pheroah let my man go
We're making moves, keeping history
This's the triumphant entry
Forget about the intro
This is how the thing go
I'm the blessed of the lord
Concentrated my flow
When on stage, mic check
Holy spirit take the show
Demons they confess, it's Jesus Christ and Him alone
Came from where young fellas don't know how to breakthrough
Looking for a shoulder, a mirror they could look through
Many chains holding 'em, depression really killing' em
The devil reconfiguring their senses ketching 'em
Choosing social media no time for their Bibles
Drug sex money pleasure making up their circles
And they're looking like jokers displaying in the circus
But I prayed lord help me to me 'em your disciples
John the Baptist in the wilderness
GC in the metropolis
Like Peter the Rock made me the Church and game me the keys
Commander in chief, I got battalion of Army
I'm entering in victory turning 'em into your goons
