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Music Video
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Preston Ellison
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Preston Ellison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Preston Ellison
Producer
Lyrics
In the process I tried to overcompensate my wrongdoing with self doubt
And although I ain't perfect
In Christ I actually am sometimes, but being right ain't always righteous
It's time to die on that hill, uh huh
Already gave up my old life for good already been killed
Ready to stand on the Word 'til the sound of the trumpet, no this ain't a drill
Might be the thief on the right but I ain't gettin, left so I gotta peel
takin my cross to the huh
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Taking my cross to the huh
The hill
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I was the thief on the right when I wasn't living right, I should've been killed
Takin my cross to the huh
It's time to die on that hill, uh huh
Praise to the King of the hill, Lord
Its time to die on that hill, uh huh
Praise to the King of the hill, God
It's time to die on that hill, uh huh
Playing the fence might by fly but you can't make it home, it's time to get in that field
I won't wait until I pull up to the gates and then fall on my face to know Jesus is real
I can't worry 'bout coming up on a check when I owe em my life, I can't pay that bill
They been waiting around just until they get older to get right with God, they might not evolve
Shopping my whole life I'm leaving with sumn' and found Bread like I went to Aunt's in the mall
They Stuck in the past when the Alpha Omega forgave me later, I can not recall
You living yo' life based on what if there is not a God, believe me I rather be wrong but I'm not
I'm in the gates with the sheep
Went with all white with the fleece
You see a dog on the leash
I see a kingdom unleashed
If you can't hear The Word unless it's preached
By your favorite pastor you still a leach
Read important to the red like the Chiefs
Finally rich in Glory like I'm Keef
Back on my, cutting out the beef
Cutting off lanes, I'm in a different speed
He finding souls who goin out to seek
Hiding in your sin is all for the weak
Church on Sunday, walking right for the week
He bout to tear down and pick out the wheat
Solid rock got a better high than weed
They out here selling they soul like it's cheap
Blessing those who curse me without a beep
Showin my faith know that black men don't cheat
Brand new linen know you sow what you reap
Goin over yonder anyone peep
Show my faith by works is the receipt
Lamb book of life put my life on the sheet
Testimony, Blood of Lamb, DSP
Father I commend my spirit to Thee
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Written by: Preston Ellison
