The Weak is Getting Picked Off

The weak is getting picked off The strong is getting picked on I call the Lord my big boss I tell the devil get on leaning on the world is like leaning on a spit ball But leaning up on God is like leaning on a brick wall I tell him what I want and then I wait for his approval I tell him I been blunt so distractions get the removal If the Lord want me to pray up in the morning, cockadoodle Thanks to him no longer living in the boring life Im used to We all addicted to the comfort why nobody wanna move to Im so sick of all the dumb words satan use to try to fool you My Lord said I was convicted sentenced me to rhyming hard Everybody wan be christian no-one wan spend time with God I was lost up in the play I hadda try and find my part Satan lost on me today but he'll be back a hundred strong No you cannot slaughter me, My Lord is gonna armor me The beat here sound like Halloween But you are not a part of me If you know one thing about me, Christ is who Im following Its time to level like we was nine playing on prodigy I been moving silently Tryna find out who I gotta be Im Getting somewhere finally Found God he my theology Thank you for my mamma please go bless her with like all the things Jesus Christ is healthy for ya like he was a collard green