lovers of self, lovers of sin/
hiding their true colors grafitti hands on the bridge/
they wanted two summers but autumn called them again/
they house fall, they follow they come with the wind/
yes sir!! we all fall short favorite verse of Romans/
all laying on the pouch, call LORD knows, home foreclosed/
as luck would have it i would be good on my own but aint enough four clovers/
so Romans seven is what we left with/
many got saved and questioned where dey flesh went/
like did it really pass away/
it stings like a bee am i cassius clay?/
no it gets better every passing day so whoever got vendetta got a plastic face/
every king and kingdom will pass away/
but there's something about that name... I Love you LORD
