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Philoetry Every person alive gets got by vices.
Daily working towards the top or the next hit.
That top could be a hit song or a lit bong.
Right and wrong by the wayside... for how long?
Do we even know we're waiting?
Or truly shaming self and hating?
Up late nights, pacing with the mind racing...
Waiting for the social networks vibrating...
The digital age got us stuck on a page,
That really ain't there except through invisible waves.
Maybe you dribble for pay,
Pro baller rich off shooting baskets
But you're slipping today remembering that last hit.
Wishing that you trashed it.
Since you didn't smash it you're sad but don't be so drastic.
There's a way out that eliminates doubt
Icing on the cake is life ever-lasting...
Not the ice that leads good men to bad things...
Not a spike in the nervous system causing bad dreams...
The spike from that night is the plank in my eye.
I can't see Truth until I forgive you guys...
Honestly the search for Truth doesn't always involve lies.
You guys is everyone not a soul is left out...
I'm trying to choose love over aimless doubt...
On my own I've got no strength and I don't like to shout...
How can I spread this ever-critical message around,
Without being counted amongst the fakes and hypocritical clowns?
[Take a deep breath and a seat with me.
This car has unlimited passenger seats.
Power and control got some clouded in greed.
And if the car was stolen it might've been speed,
Either way letting go wasn't an option you had to make it happen and that's when you lost Him.]
Take a deep breath and a seat with me.
This car has unlimited passenger seats.
Power and control got some clouded in greed.
And if the car was stolen it might've been speed,
Either way letting go wasn't an option you had to make it happen and that's when you lost Him
But the end game is no loss and is not grim...
If you can tell yourself to strap in to this car...
That drives itself upstream against that sin.
Pop that clutch the brake and the gas, men.
Let the Truth flow through your veins instead of that goop... and let The King of Kings hop in.
Truth is freedom you don't get forced to grapple with.
There's no required meeting slips or fines and fees you can't miss.
Take a deep breath and a seat with me.
This car has unlimited passenger seats.
Power and control got some clouded in greed.
And if the car was stolen it might've been speed,
Either way letting go wasn't an option you had to make it happen and that's when you lost Him
Take a deep breath and a seat with me.
This car has unlimited passenger seats.
Power and control got some clouded in greed.
And if the car was stolen it might've been speed,
Either way letting go wasn't an option you had to make it happen and that's when you lost Him
This vehicle is not a system designed to make some cat rich.
It's automated, but not by robotics. Not like the voice that's reading these lyrics.
I'm not controlled by deceptive strings or marketing schemes or Hollywood or profits. But this car DOES have prophets...
Fueled by faith, powered by people not afraid to admit it. Thanks to God first, then to Trip Lee, Lecrae, and the whole one one six click..
Who helped motivate me to get it.
The one one six click rides in the same car but in case you never heard of or never grasped it,
I'll explain the one one six before the word click.
I'll be quoting the Holy Bible... so you know; and just in case you thought I was plastic.
Chapter one book of Romans verse sixteen.
"I am not ashamed of the Gospel, for it is the power of God for the Salvation of everyone who believes."
Take a deep breath and a seat with me.
This car has unlimited passenger seats.
Power and control got some clouded in greed.
And if the car was stolen it might've been speed,
Either way letting go wasn't an option you had to make it happen and that's when you lost Him
Take a deep breath and a seat with me.
This car has unlimited passenger seats.
Power and control got some clouded in greed.
And if the car was stolen it might've been speed,
Either way letting go wasn't an option you had to make it happen and that's when you lost Him
I Believe. And I believe in you too pick up that cross if you hear me, if you don't hear me through this song I pray a real Church gets to you... before you perish.
Thanks to God first, and Saint Paul through The Spirit.
I want this song to reach millions... but not so I can rake in the greenbacks for these lyrics.
In the chorus I mention that you lost Him...
But that's not because you failed... you just forgot to ask Him to drop in...
He was never lost and He never forgot.
You and I, through our sin we are the same kid.
Im choosing to pop the Clutch and release the brake and the gas, kid...
And I think it's a wise choice as I don't manual tranny, only automatic... but even that I know I'll crash it... If I don't stop holding on to vices... clutched tight on my whack sins...
Lets pull together everyone, let God drive... destination: life everylasting no need for gas in the gas tank... I'll run the chorus one more time...but it's God who gets my first and my last thanks... I pray you all can one day know Christ's name.
Take a deep breath and a seat with me.
This car has unlimited passenger seats.
Power and control got some clouded in greed.
And if the car was stolen it might've been speed,
Either way letting go wasn't an option you had to make it happen and that's when you lost Him
Take a deep breath and a seat with me.
This car has unlimited passenger seats.
Power and control got some clouded in greed.
And if the car was stolen it might've been speed,
Either way letting go wasn't an option you had to make it happen and that's when you lost Him
