3:33

Hook

I heard a knock, when I was lying in bed
Looked at the clock, three thirty-three’s what it said

Third time this week, nah, this is not in my head

Facts, like this beat got me- beat got me

Verse 1

I don’t know what that was, I’m awake, but I ain’t saying so

Eyes dart around the room, is that a person or is it my favourite robe, I’m afraid to know

Wife went out to the couch, she can’t take the way I snore, I got to lose weight I know, but it is what it is, back to the biz-

-ness at hand, what is the demand?somebody wants my attention this much is evident, but is it my dad, come from

Heaven, or the lesser Elohim? Trying to mess up my mellow dreams

Yuh, God on my side, but I keep one eye on the other team

Yuh, Sometimes I forget that there is another realm, yuh, spirits around me, I know, but I never see them

Yuh, I cannot go back to sleep so I check my DMs

On the real, I really should check my demons

I should open my word, that’s the weapon needed, don’t neglect the reading

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Tag

Nodding my head, nodding my head, nodding my head, facts, like this beat got me nodding my head

Nodding my head, nodding my head, nodding my head, it’s facts, like this beat got me nodding my head

Verse 2

They thought he was dead, but then my saviour rose up

Demons be waking me up, but that’s when my saviour rolls up

Tell em they can’t have the kid, tell him his dad has the kid

Already died for the kid, came back alive for the kid

Yuh, the name of the game is survival again

Like when the Bible was written whole lotta wars but mine are within

Wouldn’t presume that we’re close enough call Derek Minor a friend

But I’m reminded my soul should be flying right back to the days I was dying to live, don’t need and empire

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Verse 3

Like Riki-Tiki Tavi, keeping snakes from the family

We the saints have a nanny, who keeps us safe from the baddies

Feeling shame for your past deeds, taking blame like a patsy

Satan blames and he laughs, he tricks the saints like Anansi

Since the days when he macked Eve, set her gaze on the Mac tree

Demons raiding the pantry, they escape with the candy

But Jesus came as a man, he let them slay him like a lamb, he

Is rearranging the plan B, back to A like He planned

Verse 4

Back to A like he planned all along, last days feeling mad hella long, last leg of the race daddy long

But the last leg of the race for the strong, hold out by His grace, pray for some wisdom like King Solomon

Ring ding-a-ling-ring, calling all God’s children, now’s the time we got to get a long, doesn’t matter what the hell you on

Hell’s on, got to get it on, give me 300 like I’m Gideon, 300 like I’m Leonidas, what will it take to unite us?

Satan, he’s aiming to snipe us, racism made to divide us, we blame Taliban and Al Qidas

But we should be looking inside us, time to stop being infighters, you white and we black then invite us

There is no colour involved here when we’re dealing with spiritual warfare, that’s real

There is no colour involved here when we’re dealing with spiritual warfare, that’s real