| Yo, even if it means carrying an anvil up a steep hill
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| During an avalanche, I wanna walk inside His will
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| These habitats and conditions is giving me the chills
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| This is not a thrill, and it doesn’t feel like a walk in the park
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| It kinda seems like I’m walking in the dark, lantern in my heart
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| These thorns and these thistles, are picking me apart
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| And cameras keep flashing, they depicting it as art-ful
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| I’m on my knees right, stains on my jeans
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| Filthy from head to toe, I finally get to see light
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| Still in the batter’s box after three strikes
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| Walking like Rev Run, steppin' in my three stripes
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| Walking this way and that way, I found the narrow path
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| It’s like a tightrope He’s gonna catch me, if I fall
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| Guess we all need a challenge
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| To battle through this race in the Cross that we balance
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| In that execution, jury on your chest
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| Pick it up, and if you would look to it
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| Your soul will find some rest, pick it up
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| Oh, pick it up
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| Pick it up
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| Question, how would your face look if Jesus were to
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| Scroll through a page of your Facebook?
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| Better one, would He be a bit confused
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| If He seen His name written in your religious views
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| Feeling conviction, they ticked like
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| «Didn't you know He’s love? |
| «Yeah you right but when He come back He the judge
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| Lamb to the Lion, He’s ruling the nations
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| Packing a rod of iron, making a fool of Satan
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| Tattoo on His thigh, King of kings, Lord of lords
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| That’s the name that’s inscribed
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| White horse as a ride, got flames in His eyes I’m not playin'
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| His fury is crushing enemies like grapes into wine
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| Ain’t nobody know the day or the time
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| So I pray that you make up your mind, deny yourself and take up the pine
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| Live the Cross, it ain’t a chain or design, cause sin is wack
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| Don’t wear one on your chest if you don’t bear one on your back, fam
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| In that execution, jury on your chest
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| Pick it up, and if you would look to it
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| Your soul will find some rest, pick it up
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| Oh, pick it up
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| Pick it up
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| He want us sold out, searching our hearts
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| Even believers got sin that they keep in the dark
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| You know that one thing God ain’t pleased with
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| He told you give it up, you wanna keep it
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| You got a million excuses, a billion reasons
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| But at the end of the day you still ain’t at peace yet
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| Well let me let you in on a secret
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| We can’t go deeper in our relationship till we leave it
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| Decease it, put it to sleep like a Posturepedic
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| 'Cause sin is a fatal disease and only Jesus can treat it
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| In light of the fact that He freed us
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| By His blood, cleaned us, washed and redeemed us
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| Uh, that’s reason to make us rotate from our old ways
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| Desire to please and obey, tell the Lord okay
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| When the road may seem kinda lonely, my life Your way
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| Yeah |