tribe of Yahudah, the most highs solider, the opp coming for me, dodging spiritual shooters. its a war on my mind, look how witchcraft do ya. but ill survive anything with my savoir Yahusha, they tryin to pull me away, dont want me in the secret place, cause I'll likely armor up and seek out blood, Yahudems in the building im know to slice em up, pull members off a demon every time my spirit up. war priest bout that action should of never let me up, but im nobody special, this Yahuah power up, without him im dead in a casket layed up. but im alive let the Ruach rise up, so kodesh in his ways Elohim give me lunch, feast on the word, feast on his ways, im so set apart when I stand up and slay, traditions of men, ill rather go Yah way. y'all caught up in the world, id rather chill in space, I aint trying to mix the holy with profane. befriending the world and say i rep Yah name?, im a authentic son why be fake? ill forfit the lake.