You sit high but your foundation is weak
Built on things that no one else should seek
You put your faith in the money of others
But I won't let you profit off the backs of my brothers
You make my God a free market player
Send you some money and you'll send us some prayers
You say that eternal life has a cost
But that was paid with the blood that was lost
That was lost
You're tryna sell to me, you must think M.O.E. cause nothing is free, you've got your faith on display and yet you're selling to me, you want my two cents it's about modesty, never selling out bought by the King.
You're a wolf in sheep's clothing and you're preaching to me
But I know better I know that his Love is free
You sit back and talk about modesty
But yet you reach up and eat from the tree
You are part of a gilded generation
Covering up your lack of moderation
I won't change to fit in with the masses
We only have one life without any free passes
I scream for joy cause my hearts on fire
Your love and friendship are what I desire.
I don't do this to make myself look good
I do this because He tells me I should
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