STILL IN THE RACE

Pre-chorus:
Imma a solider for Christ
Zerub fatigued up
It’s time to get radical
It’s no time to ease up
Our methods not practical
Us Christians coming out hard
Screaming Jesus is lord to the glory of god

Chorus:
Satan be trying to come at me
To falter my faith
But guess what homie (what)
Zeruba still in the race
The lord is good, the lord is gracious
Please, come take a taste
But come humble, you gone have to spend
Some time on your face

1st verse

You want catch me in a testarosa, sipping on no mimosa
Or trading off the word of god
Taking spiritual advice from the like of Oprah
No sir, it’s a relationship and just the thought of a atheist
Makes me realize just how real hell and Satan is
I’m proud to be a kingdom kid and proud of the way that i live
If fame should come, credit it to Christ
I want to be changed by this music biz
I’m fully persuaded in what i believe
And yeah i know it’s a little early to speak
But i use the filthy like dirty cleeks
Now your boy so fresh, so clean
Ooh man, you can call me the snow man
But not because I be on the block
But because henn been blood washed
You don’t have to give me no props
I know where my reward is
Heaven is where my heart is at
And that is where the lord lives
Oooh i thought your knew, i rather die for the truth
I’m in the studi and the anointing all over the booth
I aint after the coupes, just trying to raise up some troops
Who down to ride for the lord and preferably do it in their youth

2nd verse

Imma keep it real with cha
Aint no other way to communicate
It’s my principles and what i say
That separates me from the fakes
Let me make it clear, make no mistakes, imma solider
An ambassador for Christ, i stay vigilant and sober
Every chance i get to spit, i bring the heat til it’s blazing
I bring the gospel like Paul, with power, passion and persuasion
Banging beats, anointed lyrics backed by the Holy Spirit
Makes me a vessel condiment for the word so you can hear it
Draw near it, dirty don’t turn away, you can lose your soul today
And the thought of so much at stake
Tell me, why you wanna play?
Life is brief, full of choices, full of grief
But in Christ we can breathe, if you receive and believe
Please believe this is real talk, aint no fronting and faking
This is a real walk, so aint no shutting me up
Imma say what I feel til my casket shut
Cause Imma solider for Christ, and dirty that’s wassup

Written by: Henry Murphy