Going In (feat. Swoope)

Yeah, from trying to get over to flying overseas

I don't understand it all, but I know who oversees

I'm in the sky looking down at the Pacific Ocean

Hoping the Father's arms are open for the broke and hopeless

Touch down, all around is the evidence

His power takes precedence over all of these elements

Blue seas, cool breeze under palm trees

Spirit calms me as I'm reading through Psalm three

We don't know much 'bout the place we hope we'll all be

All we heard about heaven is it's beyond dreams

Set your heart on things above, that's what the Word say

But we don't know a thing about it except for hearsay

Hear-say, clear lay, I play with word for 'em

But with the Word, I ain't playing like a bench warmer

Revelation 21 and Psalm 11-4

Ay, Luke 20: 36, gon' get it for 'em

I ain't gotta get myself together 'cause He already fixed me up

And I'm going in, I'm going in

No, I don't have to pack no bags, fill up on gas

Already got my pass, yeah, yeah

And I'm going in

Yeah, I'm going in, I promise ain't nothing stopping me

Biblical prophecy shaping up my theology

And I don't live for the money, give it all away

Hey, where I'm going I know it can't follow anyway

I'm trying to live in the image I was created in

Earth was perfect, He said it'll be that way again

Then we'll be really dancing with the stars

I might just hang out on the moon, take a trip to Mars

Ours, will be a new Heaven, new Earth

A new life inherited through a new birth

It's new mountains, new sky, and some new seas

A new body where I can do plenty of new things

The deaf hear, and the blind see a new scene

And everyone is in the presence of the true King

No fears, no tears, just cheers

For the Father, Son and Spirit, you can hear us getting near

I ain't gotta get myself together 'cause He already fixed me up

And I'm going in (huh), I'm going in (yeah)

No, I don't have to pack no bags, fill up on gas

Already got my pass, yeah, yeah

(I'm cool, y'all, I got my pass) I'm going in and

I'm going in and swooped is chunking deuces, peace to this life of Hell

I get peace through the gates of Heaven

I'm too geeked, I get life as well

As soon as I get home, my faith is evinced

I know it was Your plan to carry me

Through this World it's cold, man, you carried me

I'm dead to the old man, I buried me

The bridegroom now holds hands and marries me

I'm sick of this single life, the weight weighs, over time

I'm sick of raging at night, sick of just walking blind

Sick of the shingles' life, living in the shades when the burden I need is light

The burden you give is light, ready to move on up, looking for Weezy's life

Where I'm living is prison, I'm sick of the wheezy life

In jail with no pen pals, I'm ready to soldier through glory, Denzel

I ain't gotta get myself together 'cause He already fixed me up

And I'm going in, I'm going in

No, I don't have to pack no bags, fill up on gas

Already got my bags, yeah, yeah

And I'm going in