You may got shooters I got steppers who marching inside the kingdom,

It’s victorious like Moses right after he freed them people,

No matter whatever weapon this power ain’t built on evil,

With a staff in hand like David’s, one stone gon drop his ego,

Oh he Goliath huh then watch us multiply,

Cause I’m with Michael a bunch angels on demon time,

Time to sliiiiiiiiiide this one for Christ,

Equipped with the Holy Spirit put blessings inside my life,

Heard em break the walls in Jericho, trumpets make the ground shake,

Blood painted the frames, for Passover to make the house safe,

And it’s headed yall way hands up for Yahweh,

Ion wrestle with flesh I’m at war in what them psalms say,

Blood cover me yeah, that’s insurance and the payout,

Devil want smoke? I’ll light the fire, pull the K out,

Not the metal one the Kingdom book, KJV,

Either way it’s “automatic,” Word sprayin’ through the street.

Simon Peter Andrew believe it,

James John them blessings caught we his receivers,

He the healer come and free us,

Call His name, every chain, He breaks pieces (woah),

That’s my leader, that’s my Father,

Evil tremble, faith is shaped, it make us stronger.

He the Author, every chapter, every saga,

Light shines through the dark, no weapon shall prospers.

See I was false lead like Vader still clinging on to the last hope,

A couples inches way from hell bound with my heart cold,

I played phone a friend but nobody could cover my sins,

The only lifeline that answered wore scars in both hands,

Went from pressing luck and rolling the dice because we love the rush,

And never guessing choices, decisions weren’t ever the sober ones,

used to mock the church folk, thought scripture was a fairy tale,

But nights were long and heavy, empty bottles told a different tale,

I chased the money, chased approval, chased the women, chased the fame,

But every blessing that I touched just disappeared, it never came,

Now I’m walking different, Spirit in me, peace I can’t explain,

Used to curse the heavens, now I lift my hands and praise His name.

Simon Peter Andrew believe it,

James John them blessings caught we his receivers,

He the healer come and free us,

Call His name, every chain, He breaks pieces (woah),

That’s my leader, that’s my Father,

Evil tremble, faith is shaped, it make us stronger.

He the Author, every chapter, every saga,

Light shines through the dark, no weapon shall prospers.