They look at a king still holding his crown
And fighting his case
So Proud to be black, I wanna serve God,
I wanna be great
I can't wait till the day that I look in those eyes
And I see that face
Show how much I love you; with speed and pace
But that's my journey, I cannot cower
Ascended, post-lent and He meant it
That's what I call power
Decimating any preconceived notions so potent
So quick to devour
His timing is ours
So give Him his flowers
He was so self-raising, and He rose on the third
His reign did shower
That's cold and brazzy
Them man there don't phase me
Why should I fear mankind
When he rocked any roman reign
With a cane and came to be slain - In a way that saves me
Now fear can't take me
With no contention
The lamb was more than just a man
Many do it for the grams
Or they did it for the gram - save me
I make mistakes, mistakes don't make me
Misdemeanours – hit and miss – understood
Standing still, to play the field then...
Daily I be running to the love of the father, there is no other
No other lover carrying all my burdens and worries
You are no dummy, you're beautiful in a beautiful way
Cause every single day I'm thinking of another way
To elevate the beauty of your name
Giving you glory, daily giving the honour to the king
So, i gotta sing
Never giving up and never giving in
No matter the battle cause I'm in it to win
No please, no please... I can never keep this quiet
One God, uuugghh, that's the Messiah
One Lord - my heart and desire
Higher...
So I gotta sing a little louder
Louder, Louder, Louder
Give glory louder
Louder, Louder, Louder
Tell my story louder
Louder, Louder, Louder
Enduring louder
Louder, louder, louder
Spittin on the riddim and I do it for the kingdom of the Lord
Man I'm tryna win souls this year
Man I'm badder with the bars, buss a prayer no fear
Man I switch gears, level up, climb another tier
The God I know is living and he died upon the cross
Lifting up my sword, devil cannot stand up in a war
Riding on the enemy, I do it for the lord That I serve
Praying till a brudda voice box hurts
I Rip and burn. Hit that curb. Yank that soul.
Like Nah you ain't telling me no
Spread that word,
That's all I know like bishop said it's all I know
Been foretold I'll spread that word
Till I'm old and brudda I ain't sellin my soul
Trumpets blow at the end of time
So I gotta tell em louder you know
So I gotta sing a little louder
Louder, Louder, Louder
Give glory louder
Louder, Louder, Louder
Tell my story louder
Louder, Louder, Louder
Enduring louder
Louder, louder, louder
Overflow with the blood on the plate
Overflow with the blood on the plate
So cold I don't know what to say
So cold I don't know what to say