I've engaged an attack with ammo pack Riding a camel's back
Strapped with living water and raps This ain't a hobby I'm on a mic-mission through mohabi Desert cities the devil politiking for souls to lobby The safari where the hunter becomes the hunted Too many christians smoking their a vanity blunted With images of hundreds stack to the steeple Turning ministry to hennessey drunk off the root of evil It's bereaving Can't tell a saint from a heathen 10 years in christ and you still teething The world is going to hell Ghashing and weeping It's time for solid food Stop your breastfeeding Grow men and woman sucking on your pacifer Used to be on fire But now your desires retired But instead of crying abba to your father Your turn-up pac and biggie when christ was the true living martyrs give him honor
