Rat Race

They say that – 
“Trap money good, but rap money’s better” 
But I’m chasin’ the King of Kings 
Not whips, chains, and cheddar... 
If you’re livin’ for that rat race 
You’ll only end up with a rat’s fate 
Trapped in a rat maze 
Until you break your neck  
Just to get a taste… 
  
Trappin’, rappin’, stackin’ 
Gettin' money in the rotation 
Got a steady cash flow, but your soul’s runnin’ dry – 
(Damnation) 
Sippin’ on that “you” syrup 
Instead of sippin’ on that Good stuff 
That purifyin’ Living Water 
And you’ll need way more than two cups 
  
Because I’m spittin’ like a fountain 
With a faith that can move mountains 
You see, the dead’s been risen 
So you know what that means – no body count 
Because when it’s all said and done 
It’s a casualty of one 
The death of death in the death of Christ 
From dark sky to Son rise – a new day’s begun 

(cf. Mark 8:36; 1 Timothy 6:10; Hebrews 13:5)

 

Soli Deo Gloria,

Shon

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