paroles de chanson Champion - Rhema Soul
Butta
p
verse:
If
i
was
to
ever
let
go
I′m
insured
like
the
gecko
I'm
promised
a
greater
saving
By
the
one
who
gave
his
life
so
Cue
the
music
maestro
Let
the
games
begin
My
fathers
the
ultimate
fighter,
it′s
in
my
blood
to
win
I'm
coming
from
the
bottom
but
my
place
is
at
the
top
We're
beyond
the
stage
we
rock
above
the
clouds
is
where
i′ll
stop
Never
working
on
a
delay
rather
working
like
a
relay
Hand
it
off
to
next
in
line
that
be
us
the
cheers
like
"hooray"
While
others
be
like
"who
they?"
Hoping
that
one
day
we
leave
a
mark
as
high
as
blu
ray
Even
though
it′s
true
we've
been
blessed
too
face
the
blue
days
God
has
kept
on
his
two
way,
now
we
waking
up
like
new
days
Off
the
top
like
toupee′s
You
cannot
deny
us,
they
tried
us
but
we
are
wired
Prized
fighters,
we
on
fire
gave
our
lives
so
call
us
lifers
He
is
so
much
higher
worth
the
fight
i'd
rather
die
If
i
ain′t
trying
then
i'm
lying
and
i′d
rather
just
retire
K-nuff
verse:
People
ask
me
why
we,
keep
doing
this
proudly
Or
how
we
deal
with
no
deal
like
howie
Oh
how
we've
been
putting
the
work
in,
so
much
so
when
i
rhyme
Often
at
times
i
tuck
my
shirt
in
Yeah,
i'm
steady
waiting
For
the
day,
you
come
to
see
your
favorite
group
perform
and
we
are
they;
plus
we
are
saved
It′s
in
the
making,
ever
since
creation,
purpose
lives
in
every
life
an
ours
is
for
the
taking
Was
never
into
baking,
no
need
to
get
the
cake
in,
If
we
just
keep
it
hot
the
dough
will
rise
for
the
occasion
It′s
so
delicious,
My
daily
bread
is
my
nutrition
So
i
indulge
in
the
word
like
bulimic's
into
binging
I′m
an
independent
artist
with
a
message
That
the
world
ain't
trying
to
hear
so
just
as
good
as
yours
my
guess
is,
As
far
as
if
this
will
ever
come
to
pass,
They
say
the
best
is
yet
to
come,
i
guess
we′re
blessed
to
come
in
last
Juanlove
verse:
So
little
time,
so
many
mics,
and
so
much
is
undetermined
So
many
souls
holding
to
glass
hearts
and
their
brittle
minds
Some
day's
perspective
is
lost,
and
some
nights
i′m
so
encouraged
Up
soaking
up
sermons
determined
you
can't
belittle
mine
Turning
and
tossing
and
burning
no
flossing
it's
a
burden
Crossing
river
jordan
with
no
staff
my
flesh
and
stomach
churning
Some
day′s
perspective
is
buried
beneath
the
piles
of
rubbish
Or
like
a
bum
soaked
in
oceans
of
bubbly
and
bourbon
That′s
when
the
morning
shows
its
face
like
a
newborn
Disturbing
me
like
a
new
dawn
and
itching
to
wake
me
from
my
sleep
I
turn
the
other
cheek
hoping
i'll
never
have
to
rise
But
then
this
vision
reemerges
and
i′m
on
my
feat
It's
like
this
tug
of
war,
no
mask
inside
my
dresser
drawer
But
i
stand
up
like
a
matador,
gotta
understand
that
less
is
more
Less
of
me,
less
of
the
ways
that
lead
men
to
the
grave
I′m
reaching
passed
the
sky
to
grab
a
hold
of
what
my
father
gave
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