Living in this world is to hard solo and you it's odd to me Dodging a god that sees Every free thought and move we make from place to place and sometimes i can't relate Cause the space between two worlds seem to great To bridge the gap between facts and fake But i retain my shape Though toss by these violent shakes Flesh dictates at times Ungod especially amongst unruly kind My mind is under the master Over matter over laughter Over lacking trying Over fear of dying after Speaking truth in front anger troops Million anger boots So be it, it's only normal that some will want to stone me I plan on standing boldly Snakes that watch, watch me coldly But i stand strong like god chose me Hook: Oh lord! it's the sundown wars When the goes down It's time to grab my cross hit the town It's the sundown wars When the sun goes down the warriors arise from the underground (repeat) They say it's good for a young man to bear the yoke in his youth My calve muscles swollen from squating trials for truth 5:00 pm hit the crib and undress my suit 6:30 in baggy hoody and my boots Jump in the ride pick-up the crew for the rendezvous Laying in the cut Exchanging pounds and wazzups Cruising the streets Marinating on beats Serenading on the way the lord never skips a heartbeat The sun retires hear come the vampires Sucking the necks of souls until they think grace expires Henchmen, sent men by the evil one To baffle the innocent With sin define as fun But my boys and i are strapped with spiritual weaponary Chattingboxing heavyweights with real eyes that see Penetrating through clubs Penetrating through thugs Penetrating through promiscious women looking for love It presses hard upon my soul i can't wait 'til god comes My pops said he been through the same in kingston "but from the vantage point of god mark he's looking down Watching your boot footprints make concrete new holy ground As the sun sets It awakens the projects The rejects feel comfortable toting teks There's no justice, no judge and no jury Thugs pitch rocks for the jewerly it furious But my people we cut from the same cloth Adding a little water same sauce by no longer lost So my ministry not for overseas The vietnamese But right here where they die in threes Take off your suits preacher Lace up your boots preacher Lead by example Show us a sample Of a how you do it Are you up to it Allergic to guns They give you the runs So don't even bother you stay in the church i stay in the streets I'm the prince eygpt here to let rameses no To let my people go! Ride or die!