Lyrics

Where would I be if I didn't have the LORD with me? To go to war with me, on tour with me To help me with dilemmas I'm faced with To be by my side on an everyday basis V.1 Jesus is my crutch, my scapegoat to problems He there to rest my soul and He helps me to solve them He more than my best friend, He is my Father I ought to give Him props coz He is my Watcher I used to be lost coz I paid Him no bother We used to be opposites like black folks and soccer I used to dislike the stuff He made, it wasn't proper Now I love all that He cooks up like Betty Crocker I was like the man in Proverbs, I was a mocker Made a mockery, yes He gave me dawg a lot of Stuff He did for me but what I do for Him? Nada But He stayed after my heart just like He was a stalker I crawled up off the bench, now I'm a Jesus Christ starter I had to embrace God, without Him my life is harder I used to let the devil slaughter, wait but then I thought of In Texas real hot but hell is much hotter V.2 I got humble as the saint lives, they stay high (Come on it's okay guy, it's only 1 drink right?) Nah that ain't right, you listen to J. Christ He'll bring you out the dark so you can see the daylight I gotta say it right, don't say you wanna trade lives Coz you can get yours right too coz God will change lives One day you may glide in heaven with J. Christ You gotta open up your heart and let what I say inside Coz if you don't take heed to what I say guy You going down and ain't around like Mary J. Blige Satan got a mission in mind, he wanna take lives I don't know about y'all, I won't let him take mine Won't let him takes yours, that's why I say rhymes To let the Lord take hold and use Him to change lives That's what I did, it's giving me a great life As long as I'm sincere with mines, I can't fake Christ V.3 Think about it, without Him we just some lost souls His contributions to my life is colossal Not facing an eternity of them hot coals So I praise and worship my Lord with Hip-hop songs Satan tried to toy with my life but I ain't got no time For his games dawg but I do got flows From hearing dudes is running like raskulls, snotnosed But can still get their life right, the gates is not closed So I blaze with hot flows, He saving my soul Now praise is so dope, what I throw is not bows I throw worship at Satan, he mad I got more I got hope that my Lord will keep a stronghold So I can do my thing, accomplish my goals This praise I give Him is mine, it's not yours So give Him your own, He the ruler of the throne C'mon and hop up on this ride that I roll!