| They say we all different, what’s that common ground?
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| One day everybody gon' lay in that ground
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| If death is certain, then how you live it?
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| And if heaven’s real, tell me how you get it
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| I’m a bet it on my life, it ain’t gon' be bout' works
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| So I bet it all on Christ, boy lemme give you this work
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| Way before the moment I crawl, I already been in that hurts
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| I’m already dead, I’m living at my worst
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| The first to be last and the last to be first
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| Following Jesus don’t mean that there won’t be pain, but um
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| But it does promise that none of it is in vain, and um
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| And I’m not afraid of that persecution that came
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| I’m more afraid of the fame and people knowing my name
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| Take me
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| Take me alive, take me alive
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| Take me alive while I’m still here
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| Take me alive (take me), take me alive (take me)
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| Take me alive (take me), take me while I’m still here
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| Take me alive, take me alive
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| Take me alive, take me while I’m still here
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| Take me alive, take me alive
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| Take me alive, take me while I’m still here
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| Riding low key, ya’ll know me
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| Soli deo glory be to Father
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| I can’t lie though sometimes I want it all for me
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| Gotta kill that, gotta kill it
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| Don’t conceal that but reveal it
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| I don’t care what you think about me
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| The Father know it all but I’m still forgiven
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| I must be decrease cause the way up is down
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| In His Kingdom it’s all flipped as crazy as that can sound
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| That’s why the blood is rushing to my head
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| Dyin’s how I live
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| If you love your life you lose it
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| If you lose it, then you gain it, and
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| Wisdom is justified by all the children
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| God’s worthy of my worship, so I’m defying my feelings
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| In my mess, there’s a message
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| In my test, testimony
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| He say no, I get to know Him, when I’m on that Rock you Jabroni!
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| I cannot be more, stacky dough
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| Love me some shoes, shoulda cop me two
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| But I’m thinkin' about the boxes inside my room
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| And I think about the kids that ain’t got no food
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| Whoo, that one hurt, the truth is a mother
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| The price of the lies when they come up
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| Heavy when they run up, the dark will reveal when the sun up
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| Everyday we’re dying |