Positioned (feat. Stack Zion)

Bala, 203
I'm in position homie
I know my position homie (I mean I have to)
Can't do it on our own we have to defeat the flesh
Son of a King why would I think to compete with the rest
I hope that you see me walk like Him while my life is a mess
You have to believe pushing the Word out like I was the press
Can't do it on our own we have to defeat the flesh
Son of a King why would I think to compete with the rest
I hope that you see me walk like Him while my life is a mess
You have to believe pushing the Word out like I was the press
Jesus Christ is vested in my life that mean I'm never drowning
Know some people that's saved and sadly others that never found Him
See I could be grateful or complain about all my problems
I could live a righteous life or purposely be out here wildin'
The flesh be lying tell me that I'll get nowhere being honest
They talk a lot but make no sense so I don't feed their topics
It's hard to find agape when you indulge in the gossip
I love my peace so I learn to disconnect from the nonsense
Don't worry bout me He got my soul Holy Spirit locked in
See vengeance ain't mine I don't stress it 'cause I know He got them
You got to get it 'cause if not you're late like you ain't clock in
Don't blame it on your past 'cause truly right now is not then
They love to tell the stories about what had happened back when
When really we should be focused on how we stay tapped in
You start believing lies of the world when that faith lack-ing
We could be lost but his mercy shows us a way back in
I'm in position homie
Yeah yeah
I know my position homie
I mean I have to
I'm in position homie
Yeah yeah
I know my position homie
I mean I have to
Can't do it on our own we have to defeat the flesh
Son of a King why would I think to compete with the rest
I hope that you see me walk like Him while my life is a mess
You have to believe pushing the Word out like I was the press
Can't do it on our own we have to defeat the flesh
Son of a King why would I think to compete with the rest
I hope that you see me walk like Him while my life is a mess
You have to believe pushing the Word out like I was the press
I'm in my position homie
Soldier of the Lord, I was block raised
Gwap gripping immature, with the box braids
Trapping with the spitters, when I got saved
Mic drop, BANG!
That's is what I would call a shock wave
Got praise from the bottom to the top page
It won't stop, all the commas and the dots fade
The block was instrumental when I, stop playing/
How He call my name in the middle of a 'Pac phase?/
Hip-Hop did a lot, but the locks changed
To my heart now we talk with the top chained
Through a slot, Hip-Hop you are my fav
Day 1 but on the third day, you did not raise
The time came at a age, I felt played
The same spade cut heart left the lamb slayed
So why you drop game that is man made
I'm a disable made men and I'm not Cain
Can't do it on our own we have to defeat the flesh
Son of a King why would I think to compete with the rest
I hope that you see me walk like Him while my life is a mess
You have to believe pushing the Word out like I was the press
Can't do it on our own we have to defeat the flesh
Son of a King why would I think to compete with the rest
I hope that you see me walk like Him while my life is a mess
You have to believe pushing the Word out like I was the press