Pray For My Frienemies

INTRO
CHORUS
Pray for my frenemies
Pray for they families
Get these feelings out my head
Get these villains out my head
I just want to be a servant Lord
Use me to slay the beast
And Get these feelings out my head
And Get these villains out my head
Let us - pray - please know that i’m not the one!

VERSE 1
When i’m pushing that purpose
I’m making them nervous
Coming out they skee mask
I’m making them surface
Ain't no opps in the building
We parade with thе servants
Holy water in the bottlе
Here to slay these serpents
I’m not a mean thug, I don’t mean mug
And every disagreement don’t mean slugs, or mean hugs
So my appearance and perseverance to bring love
To your adherence no interference the coherence
Is what we dream of
But the scene of
Done seen some better days and better ways
Then the displays
From the shade room of the culture
The hate groomed is repulsive, (one body)
We stand by, let’em post up
Watch as they get closer
But I Stay principled like i’m Joseph
We don’t hand out, we hand up
And stand up for the savior
While you grandstand with a handstand
And over Godify your behavior
This ain’t no bandstand, we the last chance
In the last days it’s the last dance with a last chance
To help save before the last glance
(Get yo life right!)

CHORUS

VERSE 2
God...
When will the nonsense stop
But my Spirit stay on pause
These believers my ops
Wisdom has me bite my tongue
My mouth shut and I watch
I Need a Referee, blow the whistle on these flops
I see these wolves in they verniers
We talking to you, hear me loud and clear
I used to pop them rugers
The Glock, always on time
He Calibered my walk, that’s 49
Boiled the powder to rock
Now it’s Christ you’ll find
Everyday, I walk up in the garden, that
Deceitful snake, he don’t like that I’m pardoned
I know his fate, so my heart wants to harden
But His Spirit came
Sanctification done started, He sent the martyr
Covered in that crimson
Can’t stand the heat
Step out of the mission
Of that soul fishing
They think okay, I feel ya sorrow
Tonight I'ma pray that we all repent by tomorrow

CHORUS

VERSE 3
You think you Jesus of the Culture
You don’t walk on water
Your fodder is filled with poison
For the father I bring the noise in
To many otters rafting
Killing off the fish
Synthetic filled messages
Trojan horse is what them blessings is

You feel me

I'm a just pray for'em