[Intro]
"And if anyone competes as an athlete, he does not win the prize unless he competes according to the rules."
We just starting to show out...
Wanna see, youngster?
You've never seen it like this...
We going to represent Jesus Christ in how we live our life
We got to walk on the street
True Christian soldier
[?] To all the Christian soldiers
This is how we run the race, right?
We not going to stop
And sin done tried this
Jesus Christ isn't dead!
[Verse 1: Lecrae]
You know your boy, Crae, running for the prize, I'm gunnin'
The one that don't rust or break all of a sudden
The Holy Spirit got your boy doin' a dozen
Push up, push up, come on, work it out cousin
I run from the flesh, it be tryin' to rise
And I'm done with living gettin' drunk and high
I'm a son of El Shaddai, the most High, who most def want me to do more then get by
I look in the sky and I'm so inspired, to sprint for a God whose my soul's desire
My sole's desire to run for Jesus
And give Him all the credit like I run for visa
I'm done with pieces, I found my dime
I run to the wife that the Lord provided
And we decided that we would run together for God's glory alone homie we ain't lying
I run to the Word cause my soul is thirsty
No runnin from affliction though they may hurt me
I do preach wrath but I speak on mercy
And grace by faith, you can call me churchy
"And if anyone competes as an athlete, he does not win the prize unless he competes according to the rules."
We just starting to show out...
Wanna see, youngster?
You've never seen it like this...
We going to represent Jesus Christ in how we live our life
We got to walk on the street
True Christian soldier
[?] To all the Christian soldiers
This is how we run the race, right?
We not going to stop
And sin done tried this
Jesus Christ isn't dead!
[Verse 1: Lecrae]
You know your boy, Crae, running for the prize, I'm gunnin'
The one that don't rust or break all of a sudden
The Holy Spirit got your boy doin' a dozen
Push up, push up, come on, work it out cousin
I run from the flesh, it be tryin' to rise
And I'm done with living gettin' drunk and high
I'm a son of El Shaddai, the most High, who most def want me to do more then get by
I look in the sky and I'm so inspired, to sprint for a God whose my soul's desire
My sole's desire to run for Jesus
And give Him all the credit like I run for visa
I'm done with pieces, I found my dime
I run to the wife that the Lord provided
And we decided that we would run together for God's glory alone homie we ain't lying
I run to the Word cause my soul is thirsty
No runnin from affliction though they may hurt me
I do preach wrath but I speak on mercy
And grace by faith, you can call me churchy
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