| Hook:
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| (Jai)
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| I’m free from sin
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| I win! |
| I win!
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| I’m free! |
| I’m free!
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| And no more chains are holding me!
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| I’m free from death,
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| Got power now,
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| Me kill the flesh
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| I’m free! |
| I’m free!
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| (tell the world) I’m gone, I’m gone!
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| Verse 1:
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| (LeCrae)
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| I know when you hear this beat it sound like something to step with
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| But morals and your music, you want them separate
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| Like garnish on the side something y’all don’t mess with
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| That Christo-centric rap eclectic
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| You might like rap that’s wild and reckless
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| A soap box for lots young and restless
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| They got ya head bobbin' til ya lose ya necklace
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| Or betta yet bobbin' til it leaves you neck less
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| You know where death is, where no more breath is and third graders learn how to leave you chestless
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| Where God is dissed, dismissed and distant and far from their hearts cause they
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| hard and wicked
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| Sin hates God for real, that’s he’s rarely talked about and he don’t get the
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| mass appeal
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| You might see sin sharin' a meal that it eats while it cheats on the spouse out
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| seeking a thrill
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| Hook
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| Verse 2:
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| (LeCrae)
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| They walk in the church dressed flyer than sea birds,
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| She came to see him he hopin' to see her
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| They motives ain’t right and they heart ain’t either, and over God they choose
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| to feed they fever
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| See he don’t understand that it’s Christ who bled for, every second glance
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| every turn of his head yo And she don’t really get that, Jesus did that, for every time she fantasize
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| about his six pack
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| They sure like Al B, to connect like his brows be, and with they bodies spit in God’s face so foully
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| Sin so bad it’s a liar
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| It’s says we on the throne, tells God to retire
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| It’s says He ain’t enough
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| And it says we want more
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| It’s says He ain’t just and it says He ain’t Lord
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| Sin is the laugh at his power, rape of his mercy, mock of his patience,
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| it say He ain’t worthy
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| Verse 3:
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| (Sho Baraka)
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| I been duped and been schemed
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| Like the Lord was cool with my sinning, mocking the cross living unrepented
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| My sinful ways kept us so distant
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| We know He’s Lord and Big King
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| Let him run your life like a Simmons
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| Then you’ll start loving his righteousness and we start
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| Looking just like his kids
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| Bridge:
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| (Sho Baraka)
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| Live free by His mercy and grace
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| Live free by His mercy and grace and tell the world I’m gone
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| Live free by His patience and peace
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| Live free by His patience and peace and tell the flesh I’m gone
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| Live free by His joy and love
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| Live free by His joy and love and tell the lust I’m gone
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| Live free by His truth and just
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| Live free by His truth and just and tell the hate I’m gone |