this one for the victims it takes one to fix one yeah i m sick and tired of bein sick and tired hezekiah on his deathbed sick and dyin we reclinin like we rested i m sick of lyin like we livin thinkin livin is for liars men and women swtichin genders in the choirs i saw you at the riots they burnin bibles in the streets you was addin to the fire like no justice no peace where there is no judgment there is no king so who can find us in these flesh and blood fighters when unseen war got the giants oh my osiris got the rappers co signin but that old wrecked cross still standin to unite us sick and tired of bein sick and tired so tell me what that feel like the mothers of the church said holiness is still right the mothers of the church said this real life i m burnin effigy celebratin the death of me the lack of party favors is illustration necessity roses fallin what s left of me reflections come silently settle in the darkness like you can t stand the sight of me thinkin bout the worst things first i been tryna keep it first things first but every time i think about it i be in the way and every time i want it all god be in the way see i ma fail you soon born into my fallen nature second day of june calisthenics in my tomb thinkin i was stronger than i was but i m starin at my unbelief my psalm was 51 i run away from absalom words from a vagabond cain in the desert see my curse is like a cattle prod and ain t nobody hidin i left this all behind me but i ll be in the way yeah i ll be in the way you can find me walkin on my own never said i ever felt alone guess i gotta learn like i always do i guess i gotta learn like i always do the teachers and the judges tryna keep us on our crutches until we fall hard enough to finally discover somebody gotta carry us home somebody gotta carry us home somebody gotta carry us home somebody gotta carry us home yeah i m sick and tired of bein sick and tired so who been takin the medicine and say that i gotta speak on the president or they say you apathetic and take your silence as evidence maybe i m just prayin like the saints did for peter the angel gave him freedom while we criticizin leaders there s panic in the streets when they passin legislation and people stay in pockets like it s back to segregation and four years ago we was chasin joseph kony but the people makin movies really made off with the money and i ain t never met john calvin but i don t need to fight for equal housin yeah is that indictment or a rumor the cancer or the tumor a generation turnin from the voice of baby boomers it s like bein sober so painful that christian s takin shots from the cooler you can find me on my own way like it s listenin to hillsong like listenin to coldplay maybe that s the carnal view welcome to the carnival stay between the lines and it s welcome to the marginal and i just wanna hear well done said i just wanna hear well done but it s jesus that he s pleased in and so it s jesus in these weak limbs yeah you see jesus in these wheat timbs think i hit my stride you look me in my eyes see the hits to my pride you look up in my eyes like i m waivn goodbye somehow it s like you lookin at me fly  fly like somebody gotta carry us home somebody gotta carry us home look the teachers and the judges tryna strip us of our crutches til we fall hard enough to finally discover somebody came to carry us home yeah
['christian hip hop', 'christian trap']