| Yeah they tell me sugar coat it, dumb it down but I can’t
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| Might as well deny the Christ and be ashamed but I ain’t, I’m a saint
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| Til the day I see the grave I’m going hard in the paint
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| It’s the only hope we got dats why I’ll die for the faith, I’m a saint
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| Used to be where I could only trust me and myself
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| And then that heavy metal devil that could send 'em straight to hell wit it Thought it was no helping it, my selfishness was celibate, I sell a bit
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| But I make sure I don’t sit up in that cell a bit
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| I’d yell a bit but only when hurt came for certain
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| Illiterate ain’t know that the word came
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| But then that that light hit me and unblinded me Jesus paid a price me That’s how I gained the right to be the son of God I’d like to be Changed my heart and gave me I desire for his work mayne
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| Kill me if you want but I’m gone get back out that dirt mayne
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| Not yet what I’m gonna be but not what I used to be Bless his name forever who would chose me and start using me Used to love my sinning fulla greed, fulla hate
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| I might say that I love Jesus, but that talk was really fake
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| I’d be lustin' for ya cousin, if it wasn’t for his Grace
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| Yeah he took me outta nothin', and he made ya boy a saint
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| You got to understand, Jesus agreed back in eternity, to sign a bloody covenant
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| and take a deadly turn for me He ain’t just agree, he fulfilled it to the death of em'
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| He took that bloody cup that’s meant for us straight to the neck
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| And yeah he swallowed all that bitterness
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| That pain and affliction
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| Ain’t a soul in hell with pain comparable to this one
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| Brought me to repentance, homie I’m blood purchased
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| And daily I’m conformed to his holiness, so I worship
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| Jesus finished the work, He resurrected on high
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| That means he beat death and best believe so will I See some believe they can fly, but I believe I can die
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| Resurrect leave the earth, and live forever with God
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| He will march through the sky while the stars sing his praises
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| The planets dance around and the universe is amazed
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| And me I get to gaze upon his beauty for days
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| Man, if I could be anything baby I’d be a saint
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| You might think I’m crazy, like some kinda urban misfit
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| But first I hated church, I’d only pray to give my wish list
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| I’d be just like you, doing my dougie in the club folk
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| I promise I ain’t it choose it I was chosen to loved on Eyes low, blowing dro, that’s the life I used to know
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| but Jesus chopped me up and slowed me down just like that Houston flow
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| A dead man until somebody hit me with the hardest facts
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| The Gospel hit my heart, I guess that’s what you call a heart attack
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| I’m looking at Ephesians 2 like what did Jesus see in you, nothin'
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| By his grace he chose to love on folk like me and you
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| and I don’t understand it homie, I neva planned it I was chasing money and fast women and man, then I met the great I am,
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| Son of Man, or The Lamb
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| Snatched ya boy up outta hell, and got working for his plans
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| Used think I was the man, 'til I met 'em
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| all that arrogance and pride, I dead 'em and foget 'em
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| I’m a SAINT! |