I am mic veteran with no plans of settling rap 'til my tongue falls off are start bellowing fellowmen sistren eternity is near the time pendulum is steady dwindling with hardcore adrenalin gasping and peddling I'm on this race for souls the enemy embezzling so I'm letting out bullets are my saliva the world is rocking the stage I gots to rock liver the rhythm writer plus a nine to fiver suvivior walking this path like gymnast on live wire a servant of the Most High can't deny gave my life to him reverse my fourth of july now I'm rolling in my hoopty with standard hubcaps laced in polyester ice out with skin black happy as can while people looking at me saying what could it be I shout in Christ I'm reach and free. Hook: My Passion my only hope inside this world is how I cope when I'm feeling low he lifts me up whenever I call his name what's his name? Jesus better believe it I'm tossing the ball tossing the ball yawl better receive it I keep my eyes on the prowl and watch like wise owls end times are here listening to colin powell since the twin towers people seeking a power of a higher being gazing to the clouds but there prayers stop there and never reach heaven's door throwing at their own strength they never score they depend on five senses full-loaded benzes what the new trend is atm dispenses we stay focus in this mess of hocus pocus note this atrocious last days approaches scatter like roaches preach the gospel ferocious spread the gospel explosive until no one on earth opposes yo this is just a petition I'm commissioned to explain I do it for love in Christ name its hard to ration the passion that I feel for him on any pulpit, stage, venue or forum poem, rap handclap or prayer no expression on this earth can describe my savior the word of god relayer from basements to skyscrapers bm's to pacers church fakers to money chasers the audible oracle who's grace is unaffordable who's spirit flow the currents of lives nautical since march eleven 1990 there's been no one above him Jesus, Jesus my passion I love him