paroles de chanson Brainwashed - Da' T.R.U.T.H.

Said I'm brainwashed feel good to be brainwashed, I refuse to stand here and listen to them same lies, I refuse to sit here stuck in the same spot only the holy water of God can get them stains out.

Yeah I got my umbrella I can see the rain drops I can see the sunshine way before the rain stops.
I can see the light of Christ shinin all through my gray skies.
I know I've been down low now the goal is to aim high say "bye" to all the drama and the wayside when the flesh speak now I don't even say "hi".
Yeah, cause I refuse to entertain it and get entangled again I know that we ain't on the same side.
Yeah, watch it with a trained eye soldiers on the battlefield, bullets from the tanks fly.
Yeah, cause it's a war going on and the war's in my mind, the Word of God is how I stay alive.
Yeah, protected from the avarice throne, to keep from the bottom like a baritone.
I'm confident that Jesus can't lie so I grab my helmet and tell them I'm really fellin brainwashed!

It ain't nothing getting realer than the feeling of the grace I am living on.
Man I came from the bottom of the pit back on my feet now death is gone.
Every chance that I get gotta make sure that I give Him all the glory cause if it wasn't for him I'll probably be dead and gone end of story.
So I'm going to take inventory, make sure I ain't stagnant.
Gotta move with the King put the pedal to the medal homie heaven is the magnet.
So hopefully they grasp it, He stretch like elastic so we can live a life that clean and free from all these sinful habits.
WE BRAINWASHED!, we ain't for the cash here we from the body of the lamb like cashmere.
Yeah!
My mind ain't in a place that it used to be so when I'm writing these rhymes at the same time I'm writing a eulogy.
Hey!
And it's for me gotta killed flesh here.
This life is more then money, cars and fresh gear.
If ya here and ready to fly, man get this brainwash man we ain't ready to dry.

The Christian life ain't easy why we got struggle with images on the TV?
They put them dirty songs on repeat man I hate the devil cause he just wanna deceive me, and change the lines that I think along.
Cause if he change the lines I be thinking wrong.
The kind of thinking that'll sink us all but the mind of Christ is a treasure locked in a secret vault.
And he just wants to take that from me so I can run into a wall like a crash dummy.
If satan steals the truth I'm a act slummy and my lover got away like cash money.
I'm back back honey and I got that word in me.
It keeps me pure if ever I get an urge to seek.
And I got that perfect peace and it cleans the dirty sheets in my mind like the shirt that's bleached.
And I'm really fellin.