Hold On (feat. Rezo)

Hello Hello How y'all doing out there ladies and gentlemen Tonight we have a special guest I heard there's a lot you wanna get off your chest The people wanna hear what you gotta say So speak what's on your heart I know you got it in you I know you got it Let em' hear it! Ok this be the new wave Both feet on the water Stepping to Yahweh I know faith I know peace I know grace I know how it feels to walk the wrong way Towards the dead end I can't forget it Rumor has it Ain't no rumor Yeshua son of Yahuah Rose like butterfly doors on lambos I use to want the blue one Not important Considering who's my portion No longer hunger I saw a woman on the corner seeking something Repeating a message No one should hunger It made me ponder Parables spoken from the mouth of the One Offering Bread of life and everlasting water To the Lost and broken All I could offer was a chicken combo Mann! A chicken combo? As I pull off slow Wondering who she follow I missed an opportunity To give her abba Maybe she know Him What if she don't? What if she never gets another moment? An introduction To someone that could help her turn from The darkness A thought i'm stuck with The lost and hopeless Still lost and hopeless If I don't open My mouth and speak Like i've been chosen Hold this for me Whoa! That was deep, ain't it? Deeper than expected But he did say he had to get something off his chest The people waiting for what's next Is there anything else you wanna say? The floor is yours The illest poet that ever wrote it Sound like you're dealing with something I'm sure there's plenty more Y'all want more Of course i'll be spitting until my voice get hoarse Or til i no longer hear the word from the Holy Source I've fallen short Plenty times but still have hope I still have faith Still have grace I still got love For this penning And feel the weight of the fallen world I went back home and felt division The spirits at war I just listen Knowing I could've offered more Maybe they're far too gone To listen l hop on stage Hoping my flows enough I pray the spirit shake the building up I pray the 9 stay tucked In the holster Demons moving like vultures Scraping and scrambling tryna party Just to take over And call it culture Beware of the posers Posers as bearers of light Alright alright Back to business Back to spitting This ain't religion This ain't no rizzin Ya figga dill me This the Consequence of conviction Every knee will confess Cause the son of Yahweh has risen Yea he did it You need evidence check the scripture The illest poet Must be more than just the illest poet Lost souls been hoping For much more Feed em stop posing