Текст песни Shopping Carts - J. Monty

My angel told me I'm not alone
I pray I'm gon' see the God of old
My family we been to hell and back
The devil took peace
But not the soul
Don't know the last time I felt alive
I'm pacing myself I'm petrified
I'm bracing myself for hell's attack
I'm lacing myself with El Shaddai
The streets are wicked
No peace for the free and the fiends are itchin
3 in your teeth, they don't need extensions
I'ma preach til' my people are free from prison
He can see the end and the beginning
Seeing me repent was preexistent
He defeated sin and He ascended
Peace and freedom is a free decision
He redeemed the kid from evil inchin'
The reason we can love and speak the vision
Frees and He defends the weakest sinner
Preaches peace for me to be forgiven
I beat the system from a weak position
I'm re-enlisted now I lead em' in it
Reinvented, reading, weeping
When i see the scripture
Bleed conviction
Need to heed and lift the Son of God

Ain't no more die
Ain't no more devils gon' rise
All of my patnas gon' ride
Fortified mind
Put me down? people gon' try
When a young son of God shine
God on my line
We do not mention no lie
We do not dip and go hide
Freedom, oh my
Now I know we can go fly
Lamb of God have me new life, yea

Monty could've been dead
Two pistol to my head
All I saw was red yea
Swear it could've been the end of it
But instead, I been resurrected
Went from standing in the block with you
To the hospital with my head split
Now I TESTIFY with testaments
Now I TESTIFY with evidence
Temptation roaring, rain is pouring (yuh)
I praise the Lord, my name recorded (yuh)
Escape the force I'm Jason Bourne with it
I ain't perfect
J... sin? Born with it
Soul going up and going higher
They know I only trust Jehovah Jireh
So now i open up to Obadiah
I never hold my tongue I open fire
Came from deep in the trenches of the darkness
I had to sleep with a pistol in my garments
Who'd ever think that a kid with a fine start would be
Running the street with them killers
And night-walkers
And now, I got a feeling they all want me to fall
Til' they all get to picking at my carcass
Still I survived mark with minimalized scars
I'm really a high target
Syllable crime causer
Feeling a wide margin
Women and guys, pick and divide artists
Kicking these lines off the noggin
Bargain shopping, Zombie Walking
For God we march, We hardly parking
Bar for bar I hardly started
My Father knocked my noggin off the darkness
Stopped and said the bottom swapped with top
I was bought with red like shopping carts in Target