Lord I Focus On You

Lord, I focus on you While you fight my battle My battle to stay in your presence When this life's a ladder Last days matter Second coming no running Supernatural event, quite stunning No grin in the face, it's not funny When no more sun, sunny Most of our lives we listen to the dummy The devil, the demon With lies, no Santa , no Easter bunny Full of greeds and money, power and fame and Fortune While you remain orphaned, head into a coffin You're a sheep gone astray, return to the bossmen Carpeted with the hammer of Thor But he's not tossing it, it's like a sacrifice It's costing him But it's not, he's still living inside, wherever He go I travel right with him, I smack on his word I eat him, I dig him snacks Never ignorance on his devices The vessel he possesses, look at the ices All self-righteous, Christ's righteousness Produced the nicest precious in his eyes are the death of the Are the ones he made righteous, God's family the Tightest More than the Midas touch Don't forget the God's wrath will soon erupt To burn out the devil, stuff, no bluff Like the thief in the night, end times will pop up No choice but to drop your stuff The evil gone too far, I think I've had enough Every knee shall bow, Jesus said Angels round up, my children up Angels round up, my children up Lord, I focus on you While you fight my battle My battle to stay in your presence When this life's a ladder Last days matter Second coming no running Supernatural event, quite stunning No grin in the face, it's not funny When no more sun, sunny Most of our lives we listen to the dummy The devil, the demon With lies, no Santa , no Easter bunny Full of greeds and money, power and fame and Fortune While you remain orphaned, head into a coffin You're a sheep gone astray, return to the bossmen Carpeted with the hammer of Thor But he's not tossing it, it's like a sacrifice It's costing him But it's not, he's still living inside, wherever He go I travel right with him, I smack on his word I eat him, I dig him snacks Never ignorance on his devices The vessel he possesses, look at the ices All self-righteous, Christ's righteousness Produced the nicest precious in his eyes are the death of the Are the ones he made righteous, God's family the Tightest More than the Midas touch Don't forget the God's wrath will soon erupt To burn out the devil, stuff, no bluff Like the thief in the night, end times will pop up No choice but to drop your stuff The evil gone too far, I think I've had enough Every knee shall bow, Jesus said Angels round up, my children up Angels round up, my children up