Man on Fire

Check me

This the book of psalms with every word

Give Him thanks in every rhyme

What a time to be alive

Who am I a man of god

Grateful to be in time

When I should’ve been dead

But you blessed this life

Well in spite

Even though I was doing wrong

You still valued mine

For even the righteous

Man fall seven times

Pay the crimes

I did the time

But Jesus paid the dime

So I’ll never look back

Only way is up

I was built for the climb

I give my troubles to God

Hold my head to my spine

With my feet to the floor

I’m finna bust through this door

I had to crawl from the floor

They thought I was done

I said nah give me some more

I know who I am and whose I am

You can’t shut this door

Many man many man

Wish death on me

Wish you could see

What God saw in me

Could it be

The moment I was free

The good work was flexed out

Screw a demon

I cut the head like a guillotine

Yea yea

Sometimes even when your in the fire you gotta praise him Let’s get it

Stay wit the heat

We gotta reach

Truth what we preach

Room for the meek

We keep it clean

Here out it squeak

God in the air

Watch how it wreak

Had to go praise in the fire

Had to go praise in the fire

Had to go praise in the fire

Had to go praise in the fire

Stay wit the heat

We gotta reach

Truth what we preach

Room for the meek

Had the streets jumping

No Bible thumping

Had demons

Running ballerina’s

No holy roller

Just a Jesus lover

Head first all in

No worries baby

Hold on hold on let me punch in real quick

Had the streets jumping

No Bible thumping

Had demons

Running ballerina’s

No holy roller

Just a Jesus lover

Head first all in

No worries baby

I overdosed on the word of God

Encountered God

Call me crazy

I know you lacking

Our life support

But have you even

Talked to Jesus

Lately

Yea

I been there too

I be feeling like I’m a lion

Trapped up in the zoo

Tryna find my way

But don’t even got a clue

Searching for my solace

I know I’d be there soon

When I do ima pop in the coop

Y’all gon wish y’all never let

Me outta that room

Some of y’all ain’t live for God

Y’all ain’t telling the truth

Y’all gotta move

I ain’t here to tie ya noose

Or dig ya hole to the lot

I’m not a fool washed my

Hands in the blood

Now I only give praise to the truth

 

Had to go praise in the fire

Had to go praise in the fire

Had to go praise in the fire

Had to go praise in the fire

Stay wit the heat

We gotta reach

Truth what we preach

Room for the meek