Isaiah Brookes - my sword (feat. akoye) Lyrics

Just know that I'm creepin', I'm clutchin' this tech
Did I mention, the Bible my sword?
On the way to the glory, I'm seeking His presence
I'm lifting my hands to the Lord
Readin' in Matthew, I'm in chapter four
Fasting and prayin', we goin' to war
Sittin' in class, I'm unfocused
I don't understand half the things that they put on the board
Just know that I
Just know that I'm creepin', I'm clutchin' this tech
Did I mention, the Bible my sword?
On the way to the glory, I'm seeking His presence
I'm lifting my hands to the Lord
Readin' in Matthew, I'm in chapter four
Fasting and prayin', we goin' to war
Sittin' in class, I'm unfocused
I don't understand half the things that they put on the board
Man, I'm fighting control
Trynna do me, but I really don't know
Man, I'm so sick, just wan' follow your flow
Flow of the Spirit
God, can you help me?
I know that you hearin'
But I don't listen, Lord, keep on convictin'
Feel overwhelmed, I'm like, "Father, just listen"
But I keep cuttin' you off, I need stillness (ah)
"Lord, give me childlike faith, not childlike ways"
Run so fast, worry 'bout the next day
Matthew 6 34, enough trouble today
Know we not promised tomorrow
We out here worried 'bout all of the commas
Devil be creepin', you see all the drama
Grabbin' my Bible cause that is my llama
Grabbin' my (ah)
Grabbin' my Bible cause that is my llama
I'm runnin' so fast, I'm forgettin' to pause it
Watchin' the clock, so the time keep on tocking (talking)
ESV
NLT
NIV
I just need me an AMP
Clip even hold that KJV
Guard on my mouth, only speakin' that heat (look)
The Bible on me cause I stay with the heat
They just be talkin', they just want the chatter
They hatin' on me cause I keep gettin' better and better
Lookin' at me, so, whatever
I do not care about the devil
He trynna get buried
I'm 'bout to go grab a shovel
They just be sayin', "I don't even get it"
Run up the money, you know I'm gon' spend it
Look
I had to stay in my word
I felt like the man, I'ma go put Him first
They talkin' bout me
Talk bout me, put his head in the dirt
I do not care 'bout the money you got
I do not care 'bout the paper you chasin'
I do not care 'bout the woman you racin'
Ballin' so hard, man, I feel like a Pacer
Dang, okay
Actually, I feel like a Laker or somethin'
Kobe Bryant, I'ma shoot the three, I might go on ball for a layup or somethin'
They trynna tell me to sin, I said, "no"
Ballin' so hard, man, I stay on the road
I do not care about a sin, get gone
Follow my King 'till He call me home
Just know that I'm creepin', I'm clutchin' this tech
Did I mention, the Bible my sword?
On the way to the glory, I'm seeking His presence
I'm lifting my hands to the Lord
Readin' in Matthew, I'm in chapter four
Fasting and prayin', we goin' to war
Sittin' in class, I'm unfocused
I don't understand half the things that they put on the board (ah)