I went to take a little walk in the park
It was getting real late, too close to dark
Somebody been calling my name
I went to see who it was and I went on my way
It was the Almighty, telling me He's got the key
The key to my victory, trust and then I'll see.
I said "Why should I trust You? After all I've been through! "
You said if I take Your advice, You would watch over my life
So I say thank You, Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ, I will never let You go
Never ever let You go
Really really want You to know
That I really love You so
Me and Mark Moore on the borderline
Of extraordinary and them boys blow my mind
This is sublime, underground, undivided, unannounced
Party people gather around
Sermon on the Mount
RedCloud's hovering sort of undercover now
Merging into virgin territory, into sacred ground
Make a sound, let's alert the town
Stand up and salute and cast your crown
Hurricane Annie can't run through my brave Daddy
But Christmas, He gets dissed for cane candy
But hey man, I cannot wait till Satanny straight
Stirs in the furnace and burns like Miami
Hey, don't be the predator's prey
These integers, they are prepared to curse me
They curtsy, they sashay, they pliay
Till I flee to the temple and worship on Thursday
Say Jesus, You're my best friend
Father, You're my best friend
Never gonna let go of my best friend
No one can take my best friend
Lord You stay closer than a brother
You are my number one lover
Thank You for Your sacrifice
Dying just to save my life
And everything I do
I'll put my trust in You
Lord I want You to know
I'll never let You go
Keep it hardcore, put the sword aside
Iron sharpens iron, tired, to the Lord I cry
Hold me close oh You Holy Ghost
Gold instead of murky roads
Roning with a blunted sword
Shogun of the Lord
Servant of the Shepherd, defender of the Lamb
My man I'm rendered in pleasure, enter the temple, well-treasured
My predecessors assist me, may every sector come with me
Let's redirect this hectic traffic to the streets of Cloud City
Hey, I'm pretty deep in this gospel
I've beat Apollo and Drago and Tommy Gun in the tussle
Through You Lord I'm forgiven, though every inch I have driven
Of 9-inch nails like a splinter into your wrists like a sinner
I'll never let You go now that I've become free
And if it wasn't for You then there would be no me
If it wasn't for You then there would be no me