SEAN SLAUGHTER - Walk The Walk lyrics

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I'm a Disciple for Christ

Walk the walk, talk the talk, so what's ya life

He died then came to life

I feel it's only right that we walk toward the light

But to get there, we gotta fight, so get ya helmets tight

[Verse 1:]

It's a daily struggle, that's why I never juggle

The earth and church, that'll quickly have you under rubble

My God please keep me humble, and walking toward your ray of light

Each day and night, I speak to your son, and pray I'm right

In his eyes, the world despise, my heavenly ties

But when the spirits upon me, I got the strength of seventy guys

To go the whole length, I got the belt of truth buckled tight

breastplate to keep me right, feet fitted with the peace give in a corner tight

Lord be my guiding light, my faith is my shield, put a yield to the demonic bite

Last but not least my sword will make a crease in any beast

That tries to lay a hand on God's peeps

Get ya helmets fitted, all ya sins have been acquitted

Like you ain't did it, got that Lucifer ranting livid

Before my emotion was stale, since I'm clean I'm vivid

And peace given in any situation that's risen

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[Verse 2:]

He's risen, that word to the Bible, it's written

I'm a soldier with a rifle or a Bible and disciple

With a message for the trife in you, just listen for the life in you

My God can make a way, but the road is narrow

You're precious in his sight, even his eye is on the sparrow

There's only on road, but you disregard the arrow

You rather seek ya sign or find ya life through some tarots

Or physic, ya dummin' out like hits with a nightstick

Cause if ya faith ain't in Jesus Christ, then ya life's bent

Ya lost in the source, my minds stuck on the cross

And blood lost, for me and yours he paid the whole cost

Took care of the tab, my nose in the Word, up in my lab

Etching lyrics like commandment on a concrete slab

Word to our forefathers, Isaac, Abe, and Jacob

Ya cross ya need to take up, ya sleeping dog so wake up

My daily bread I break up, cause Christ is in my makeup

Ya need to put that cake up, my Lord's hustle is greater

Children of God we be the, common denominator

To change the numerator, cause you's a prayer hater

And Jesus is my savior, no matter what's ya flava

General to the major

His words are clear like numbers on my pager

Hit me on the box, I'm watering his crops

Give him all the props, I'm just a man

Flesh and bone, in a spirit zone

I'm not blacking out, but lighting up

Lord fill my cup

Monique Lisa

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