Last day let of my past ways, strking demons in my pathway never me see but they tryna gaze covered bloodin like they jus got glazed, but I'm NEVER fazed seek tha most high angels close by scriptures like weapon comin str8 from heaven false prophets stressin speakin weak lesson sellin false blessings, they jus guessin do it for the fame headin no where fast have em for a min it wont last, see the flood comin try runnin when prophecy rumble betta get humble, chasin dreams scared of nightmares the world crumbles fake holidays fake friends bandades to wounds, death comin fast tomorrow comin soon, say you on wipe you down but you need broom, don't forget tha mop keep it wet keep it cocked tha Lord say carry a sword two is enuff when they come wit tha bs call tha bluff