no weapons formed against me shall prosper you in my sight I got yah I got yah seen in my rear view do I fear you he'll nah ill be fighting till heaven call a built another great wall last on the table the eight ball destruction of man the great fall told you I'm in it for the long haul we robbin Peter to pay Paul noneMI for me they want it all the odds stacked to tall you really want a war get pent to the floor watch me sore I'm on a world toure Gosple we need more telling us no we heard it before born in this world butt naked a butt poor ever opportunity shut door no unity something we got to restore the feeling it's like they enjoy the killing I'm more then willing to stand here until the paint start pealing ceiling calapes well we ever have a break through perhaps these days I'm doing victory laps