| Yeah
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| Ay
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| I’m praying that my flesh will die so I can testify
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| Yes for You I’m a stool pigeon
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| While they sleeping on you I’m speaking on You
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| Please believe me I’m loose lippin'
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| I don’t stress on
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| No threats thrown
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| They could let the whole tech roam
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| On my chest bone
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| If death comes I’ll be fresh home
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| Like a new siblin'
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| There’s one God and I’m two trippin'
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| Well aware that there’s a price to pay
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| And if for Christ today
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| You wouldn’t give your whole life away
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| You’re not a true Christian
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| We move different
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| Send my soul to the flame
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| And I simmer slow in the grim like Abednego
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| Cuz for heaven mane
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| Everythang is expendable
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| I’d rather die than deny You
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| Rather die than deny
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| I’d rather die than deny You
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| Rather die than deny
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| I would rather die than deny
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| Said I would rather die than deny You
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| I gave it all away for what I love
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| They can nail me up high right beside You
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| I’m ready to serve You with my blood
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| Ready to serve You with my blood
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| Yo
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| I think back to Gethsemane
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| When You prayed alone
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| Left stranded while the sweat managed
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| To bleed from yo flesh canvas
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| Until it dampened You just like a wet bandage
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| And they beat You and left You hung high
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| In that sun to die with Your tongue dried
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| Left famished
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| Stretched next to a bunch of guys
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| That took less damage
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| And to think that You would endure that
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| Flesh ripped from off Your back
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| All to save from a faulty grave
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| And I’m a salty slave that don’t deserve that
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| The least that I could do
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| Is preach the bible to
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| The people I can see that keep denying you
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| They may not know what You gave for 'em
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| But I know the price that You paid for 'em
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| I’d rather die than deny You
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| Rather die than deny
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| I’d rather die than deny You
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| Rather die than deny
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| I would rather die than deny
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| Said I would rather die than deny You
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| I gave it all away for what I love
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| They can nail me up high right beside You
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| I’m ready to serve You with my blood
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| Ready to serve You with my blood
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| Ay
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| I’d rather be deceased than make a decision
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| To retreat or start renegging
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| I’mma keep preaching that He’s risen
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| Then I’ll repeat it no revisions
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| You could beat me until I’m sleeping
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| And try to keep me up in a deep prison
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| Bait me in with every hateful sin
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| I’ll never break or bend
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| Nigga keep fishin'
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| Yeah
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| You could chastise me or baptize me in a blood bath
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| I commit to Jesus
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| Through the misery
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| Cuz He’s lifting me just like a up draft
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| So give me your worst
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| I’ll be faithful in front of the firing squad
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| They trying me HOG
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| Steady, aim
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| R-r-ready, Bang
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| I’m dying for God
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| I’d rather die than deny You
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| Rather die than deny
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| I’d rather die than deny You
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| Rather die than deny
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| I would rather die than deny
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| Said I would rather die than deny You
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| I gave it all away for what I love
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| They can nail me up high right beside You
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| I’m ready to serve You with my blood
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| Ready to serve You with my blood |