| I hear so many Christians, murmuring about their imperfections,
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| And their failures, and their addiction, and their shortcomings.
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| And I see so little war! |
| Murmur, murmur, murmur.
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| Why am I this way? |
| Make war!
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| Bang with me, ba-bang bang, ba-bang with me
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| No more playing games mane
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| Cause this thang can get risky
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| So mane if you into Christ,
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| Take up! |
| your cross quickly
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| Stand fearless on the front-line
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| Time to come with it, do the right thing
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| Wake up! |
| And let’s get it
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| I ain’t even in the ring
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| They throwing bows like Riddick
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| Persistently attacking me
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| They’re even in the back of me
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| It’s either fight or loose my life
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| And I can’t take this passively
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| So what you think I’m 'bout to do
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| I’m bout to do what I can do
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| Trust the one who got me through
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| And fight like it was after school
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| Never giving up, steady, standing on the battle field
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| Feet firm to the ground like I stepped on Chapel Hill
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| Flesh feeling frisky, sin persuades and tempts me
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| Satan cheers me on, guilt followed by conviction
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| It’s the same ol' trap and we fall like we defenseless
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| Work your senses, grow in wisdom
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| Stand firm and be relentless
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| I make war!
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| Cause sin never sleeps
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| It’s got me in a trance
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| You can see it in my dreams
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| I make war!
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| Man I beat my flesh
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| To the death, every breath
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| Like I beat my chest
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| I make war
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| Sun up
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| I make war
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| Sun down
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| I make war
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| Time in
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| I make war
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| Time out
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| I make war
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| Against lust
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| Against pride
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| Against me
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| Until I die
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| Do you even have a clue
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| What happened to you when He died
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| When that tomb got rolled when He rose in the sky
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| I think we emphasis sin so much
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| That it makes us paralyzed
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| And glorify struggle so much
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| That it makes us terrified
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| And de-emphasize the fact
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| That we have been sterilized from our own lives and thus
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| We gotta snap out of it
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| We ain’t in no straight-jacket, we free
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| When Jesus died in our lives something strange happened
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| He gave us power
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| Yeah I know that we sinners
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| But since He rose He’s renewing the image of God in us
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| Now, we gotta start making war
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| Now we can start saying no
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| To them fleshy impulses that Jesus Christ is paying for
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| Now we can start taking the lead
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| Just like the Dalai Lama and start going all out like a suicide bomber
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| Whatever the sin is we gotta go go go harder
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| By His grace no time to waste and just just just like there’s no tomorrow
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| I make war!
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| Cause sin never sleeps
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| It’s got me in a trance
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| You can see it in my dreams
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| I make war!
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| Man I beat my flesh
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| To the death, every breath
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| Like I beat my chest
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| I make war
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| Sun up
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| I make war
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| Sun down
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| I make war
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| Time in
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| I make war
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| Time out
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| I make war
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| Against lust
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| Against pride
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| Against me
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| Until I die
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| I’m a Christ representer, fin' to stand and deliver
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| Cause a lot of my believers struggle with their agenda
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| So I dropped this on an adat
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| Just so you could come play back
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| A hit to be encouraged that rocks you with truth from, way back
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| So listen up to it asap, like you do a Lecrae track
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| I’m spittin' written visions to put on heads like a wave cap
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| Sinning, naw we don’t play that
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| Cause that’s the way that a slave acts
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| I’m filled with the spirit so tell them dog this is payback
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| As you begin to copy the carbon copies of Christ
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| And conform to his written image you should be shinning a light
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| If you not, why is that?
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| Is it fear that’s been grippin' you
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| Cause you scared they’ll be dissin' you
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| Flipping birds while that spit at you
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| If you not, why is that?
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| It don’t matter so bump it
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| Perfect love cast out fear and He ain’t save us for nothing
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| This is a privilege (privilege)
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| Your life to give to Him (give to Him)
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| So stand firm for Him dawg and let’s get it in
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| I make war!
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| Cause sin never sleeps
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| It’s got me in a trance
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| You can see it in my dreams
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| I make war!
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| Man I beat my flesh
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| To the death, every breath
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| Like I beat my chest
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| I make war
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| Sun up
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| I make war
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| Sun down
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| I make war
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| Time in
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| I make war
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| Time out
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| I make war
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| Against lust
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| Against pride
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| Against me
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| Until I die |