Beggars and Kings

2004 Era Atlanta Crunk mixed with Dark Country Rap, Outlaw Grit, Heavy Distorted 808 Bass, Deep Sub-Bass Rumbling, Steady Slow Deliberate Delivery, Ominous Muddy Atmosphere, Stomp-and-Clap Percussion, Low-End Pressure, Raspy Southern Vocals, Aggressive Menacing Anthem, male vocals

(Verse 1)
Lock the bolt, load the clip, I’m talkin' spiritual ammunition
I’m a three-time felon with a brand-new mission
Caught up in the cycle with the crystal in my hand
Twice down for possession, just a man in shifting sand
Then the weight of the world, when I failed the ones I love
Missing the mark while I was pushed and I was shoved
Neglect on the file, a dependent left behind
A shadow on my soul and a burden on my mind
They see the ink on my neck and they label it a toxin
Thinking I’m the type of animal they gotta keep boxed in
But I’m reloaded, heavy with the grace they don't mention
While they’re lookin' at my past with a hateful intention
Yeah, I’ve been behind the wire, I’ve been counted with the dead
But I’m livin' by the Word and the blood that was shed
(Chorus)
Oh, let the walls come crashing down today!
Don't let the holy turn the hurt away!
It's a house of healing, not a house of pride
Open up the doors and let 'em all inside!
From the needle's sting to the preacher's ring
We're all just beggars beneath the King!
(Post-Chorus)
Yeah, we’re all just beggars beneath the King.
(Verse 2)
See, I’m tired of the mirrors they keep holding to my face
Tryna make me feel like I’m a permanent disgrace
They say I’m possessed because my fire’s on 10
But they’re the ones hiding all the rot and the sin
I’ve tasted the bitter and I’ve swallowed all the lies
Seen the ghost of the addict staring back through my eyes
But I’ve got the scars of a soldier and the heart of a survivor
I’m the passenger of Grace, He’s the only one, the Driver
So keep your plastic religion and your judgment and your pride
I’ve got a Peace in my spirit that you’ll never find inside
You can call me a convict, you can call me a thug
But I’m the only one who found the water while you're hiding under the rug
(Chorus)
Oh, let the walls come crashing down today!
Don't let the holy turn the hurt away!
It's a house of healing, not a house of pride
Open up the doors and let 'em all inside!
From the needle's sting to the preacher's ring
We're all just beggars beneath the King!
(Post-Chorus)
Yeah, we’re all just beggars beneath the King.
(Bridge)
Stare at the ink, yeah, stare at the file
But you haven't seen the grit in a hundred-mile trial
You see a three-time loser, I see a three-time win
Because I’m breathing air you wouldn't let a sinner in
Keep your fingers pointed, keep your doors locked tight
The realest kind of faith is found in the middle of the fight
You’re terrified of fire, you’re terrified of change
So you keep the Spirit locked inside a narrow little range!
(Verse 3)
I spent nights in the shadows with the steel on my wrists
Prayin' for a way out through the turns and the twists
Shackles and chains, yeah, I felt the cold weight
While the holy ones were busy just locking the gate
From the meth in the system to the failure as a man
I had to find my footing where the healing path began
A dependent in the balance while I struggled with the dark
Now I’m moving forward trying to leave a better mark
They think the bars define me, think the system is my soul
But they don’t see the Spirit taking back the control
I was walking through the valley with my head held low
Now I’m reloaded and ready, I’ve got seeds to sow
From the bottom of the pit to the light of the day
I’m a three-time felon showing 'em a better way!
(Chorus)
Oh, let the walls come crashing down today!
Don't let the holy turn the hurt away!
It's a house of healing, not a house of pride
Open up the doors and let 'em all inside!
From the needle's sting to the preacher's ring
We're all just beggars beneath the King!
(Post-Chorus)
Yeah, we’re all just beggars beneath the King.
(Outro)
Yeah... three-time felon, but I’m reloaded.
Defined by Grace.
Un filtered.
Just a beggar who found the Bread.

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(Verse 1) Lock the bolt, load the clip, I’m talkin' spiritual ammunition I’m a three-time felon with a brand-new mission Caught up in the cycle with the crystal in my hand Twice down for possession, just a man in shifting sand Then the weight of the world, when I failed the ones I love Missing the mark while I was pushed and I was shoved Neglect on the file, a dependent left behind A shadow on my soul and a burden on my mind They see the ink on my neck and they label it a toxin Thinking I’m the type of animal they gotta keep boxed in But I’m reloaded, heavy with the grace they don't mention While they’re lookin' at my past with a hateful intention Yeah, I’ve been behind the wire, I’ve been counted with the dead But I’m livin' by the Word and the blood that was shed (Chorus) Oh, let the walls come crashing down today! Don't let the holy turn the hurt away! It's a house of healing, not a house of pride Open up the doors and let 'em all inside! From the needle's sting to the preacher's ring We're all just beggars beneath the King! (Post-Chorus) Yeah, we’re all just beggars beneath the King. (Verse 2) See, I’m tired of the mirrors they keep holding to my face Tryna make me feel like I’m a permanent disgrace They say I’m possessed because my fire’s on 10 But they’re the ones hiding all the rot and the sin I’ve tasted the bitter and I’ve swallowed all the lies Seen the ghost of the addict staring back through my eyes But I’ve got the scars of a soldier and the heart of a survivor I’m the passenger of Grace, He’s the only one, the Driver So keep your plastic religion and your judgment and your pride I’ve got a Peace in my spirit that you’ll never find inside You can call me a convict, you can call me a thug But I’m the only one who found the water while you're hiding under the rug (Chorus) Oh, let the walls come crashing down today! Don't let the holy turn the hurt away! It's a house of healing, not a house of pride Open up the doors and let 'em all inside! From the needle's sting to the preacher's ring We're all just beggars beneath the King! (Post-Chorus) Yeah, we’re all just beggars beneath the King. (Bridge) Stare at the ink, yeah, stare at the file But you haven't seen the grit in a hundred-mile trial You see a three-time loser, I see a three-time win Because I’m breathing air you wouldn't let a sinner in Keep your fingers pointed, keep your doors locked tight The realest kind of faith is found in the middle of the fight You’re terrified of fire, you’re terrified of change So you keep the Spirit locked inside a narrow little range! (Verse 3) I spent nights in the shadows with the steel on my wrists Prayin' for a way out through the turns and the twists Shackles and chains, yeah, I felt the cold weight While the holy ones were busy just locking the gate From the meth in the system to the failure as a man I had to find my footing where the healing path began A dependent in the balance while I struggled with the dark Now I’m moving forward trying to leave a better mark They think the bars define me, think the system is my soul But they don’t see the Spirit taking back the control I was walking through the valley with my head held low Now I’m reloaded and ready, I’ve got seeds to sow From the bottom of the pit to the light of the day I’m a three-time felon showing 'em a better way! (Chorus) Oh, let the walls come crashing down today! Don't let the holy turn the hurt away! It's a house of healing, not a house of pride Open up the doors and let 'em all inside! From the needle's sting to the preacher's ring We're all just beggars beneath the King! (Post-Chorus) Yeah, we’re all just beggars beneath the King. (Outro) Yeah... three-time felon, but I’m reloaded. Defined by Grace. Un filtered. Just a beggar who found the Bread.

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