Steve: Got my, eyes on the end of the road, mind's on the things to behold/ God your a friend to my soul, I abide in your strength 'til the goal/ size and the length isn't known, but I strive to continue in hope/ climb from the pits and the falls, when I rise I repent then I roll// life isn't gentle at all, but the prize is ridiculous though/ Christ the redemption I hold 'cause He died for my sins on the cross/ price to expensive for all, ain't a dime I could spend for the cost/ guys in the Benz wanna floss, it'll fry in the end it's a loss// grind for the Kingdom of God, in the sight of the Christians before/ not for the ends or the whores, or the rides with the rims and the spoilers/ write for grin of the Lord, or a smile though men still applaud/ the rhyme is a stench to the lost but to JAH it's a scent that I offer// I am a gift on the alter, alive for the will of the Father/ thrive for the thrill of his honor, at night I appeal to my Abba/ find in the scriptures a balm, to apply to my hip that is sore/ stride with a limp 'til I'm gone, and reside in a different home// a body not meant to get old, (Ah) can you picture it yo/ I'm tryin' to convince you it's doper, then poppin' the Crys' wit' your folks/ I got the conviction and wrote this project to focus/ our time isn't spent with the motives that God would intend for his soldiers// I'm not exempt yo I know, that I'm not the exemplary mold/ of the godly and sinless and all/ but we gotta present Him as Holy/ not just a friend or a homie, the Sovereign King who will roll/ with a squad and avenge for His glory, they mocked in the end of the story//
