El v. Envy

by JGivens

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released 06 August 2013

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Track Name: (a)bridge(d) thoughts
This is for them gambling addicted
Methamphetamine afflicted
Christians living the system.

Sin on the billboard,
Sex on the interstate,
Evil we imitate,
Drugs on the dinner plate

Cash rules everything around our town,
Porno magazines pave our ground.
A C-note for the preteen, though
Sex slave, depraved in the lost and found.

The lost get found straight out of Vegas
Don’t forget us when you’re thinking on your pray list
Tryin’ add a little light of the Christ
And some day to your night
And some sight to your playlist

In a forlorn feast of the faithless
But where sin abounds,
Is where grace is.
Keep praying for the family of faith
Raising kids in this Sin City homeostasis

Seen my first stripper at the age of five
Car seat kids better close their eyes.
A tourist happily steps off of the Greyhound Bus
But he lost his life.

He ain’t dead.
He’ll just spend the ten years on crack,
But he loves these lights.
Jackpot’s coming soon—
Love these lies;
Husbands leave ‘cause they love these wives.

Step one: Better die first.
Holy Ghost, come alive in the verse
Send the old man to the dirt,
Flesh in a hearse
Better tell Nicodemus that he needs a rebirth!

Ey, you trying to be “Born Again?”
Then start where the crown of thorns begin
Him crucified in the worst for His Bride in the church,
But early on the third, watch Him rise from the Earth.

I couldn’t live lukewarm ‘cause He’ll puke on Hell with my soul…
(Man, that’s so Laodicean)
That means it’s better to be either one of these,
400 degrees or be frozen

Fire shut up in my bones
So we’re living hot (hot hot hot)

Like the bottom of the oven
Holy Ghost fell down on the day of Pentacost,
And the Lost heard the talk turn cloven

Livin’ in the New Testament,
It’s best to get the truth about this flesh you’re in.
The city ain’t a friend to me,
And the enemy’s not Black, White, Asian, or Mexican

So,
Wrestle not against the flesh
Hulk Hogan
Fear ain’t a factor
Joe Rogan
Cheat death the
R-E-S-U-double R-E-C-T-I-O-N.