Mouthpi3ce - Mind's Made Up lyrics

rate me

've made up my mind, no need to think it over

If I honor Him right, don't need to look no further

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Yo, make your mind up, cause if not

You can't make the time up, it's not a wrist watch

Like Hitchcock, it's a mystery, yesterday, some call it history

So make sure you did sometin' interesting

And kept it clean like Listerine, is you listening?

Beyond all of that glistening there's a message we're meant to bring, meant to sing

So I sing it louder, raise the crowd up, might switch my style up till it pile up

Dial up my best friend, share with his soul that he's called and destined

Tell him that today was more than a blessin'

Stop bench pressin' the things you stressin'

The past is the past, the present is present

You gotta live your life, homie, learn your lesson,

My mind's made up

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Hey yo, to the unsaved with sins that's unpaid

He ain't gotta contemplate waitin' on Sunday

Procrastination is like gunplay: cause you could die today, tomorrow's too late.

And I ain't tryin' to be visitin' dude's wake

With a story broadcast in the news on channel 8

I'd rather walk in love instead of channel the hate

That's a word to the Church, we lettin' them get away

We verbally push them, we thinkin' it's okay

Christ's on the throne screamin', "No way!"

We're flippin' on our own, slippin' on the Word like banana peels

Now wonder we led astray

Heaven ain't gonna full of the people you think

It's gonna be full of the people that used to smoke and drink

The ones that you never spoke to, like your so cool

And you talkin' like you really obey?

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Hey, uh, look, look

Me and Maisah made our minds up, divorce's not an option

We gave up the word quit for adoption

Let's get it poppin' to the day that we drop

Or Christ come back and we both reach the top

I'd rather my first album flop than my marriage,

Cause it's worth way more then them carrats, diamonds, platinum

Can't see me packin' my bags with my kids lookin' at me like "Dad"

I went through the same thing growin' up mad

From a jail cell, pen to pad

I'd worked too hard to keep it all intact

They sacred to me, so Satan, fall back

I'd face death before the Son, I'd die for all of that

And bump havin' pride, I'm the first to call it back

My mind's made up, what you think of all that?

If you agree let me hear you holla back

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