Lyrics Listen - KDV

I'm in my Word
Late night so don't disturb
Faith driven I need His love
Soul hurting I get it bruh
Been through so much
I feel His touch
My God is able
He's in no rush
Times ticking so get to know what He made you for
God's knocking He's waiting right at your front door
Some playing both sides of the fence
But God is looking for pure hearted players on the bench
Our hands need to be rinsed
Our souls need to be cleansed
I'm standing in His defense
But back then I was offending
Homie I can't go back to the vomit that I had left
I was playing at death's door put my last cards on deck
I ain't looking for respect I'm looking to save a soul
Was emptied out from this flesh God's presence has made me whole
I know it takes a toll our lives are on a roll
Like butter on sister Schuberts fresh out of the oven bro
You know we call ourselves killers and drug dealers
Gangbangers Gangleaders street mobsters and hitters
Bloods, crips and gangstas
Goons, rollers and takers
Money makers trying to go get this paper out here chasin
Homie we need more men in society for sobriety
Teaching the younger men about morals and how to go succeed
How Jesus had paved the way by The Spirit
Brothers we need more Fathers to children who need to hear it
Listen man it was never bout living this life to self
Or Living to make a wealth; its bout denying yourself
Living to love each other giving and doing more
We were made such a blessing to bless even the poor
Praying and realizing were in need of the Maker
God the true Creator Jesus the true Savior
Breaking upon our insides daily without His presence
Learning to welcome sin right in from adolescence
Maybe we can be better if we blame another race
Or maybe we can be better if we take a race right from its only place
Nah that ain't the way The Lord intended for us
It was all for His glory and so in Him we shall trust
Gotta place our purpose upon His Word and just grow
Live it and apply it upon our lives so folks could know
Yea I know the struggle of life is so forreal
Playing hard with your soul thinking that this life ain't real
Homie open eyes
Looking right up in the skies
Calling upon His name
God can hear your cries