[Stanza 1:]
I seem to drift away in stable situations
Unable to be faithful
A crate full
Of TNT, seems to be
The only thing
That's actually persuasive
If I ain't doing this for Christ then I don't wanna make it
When things are going great I lose my drive to chase him
I, drive as far away as I can get, and still he's patient
I'm off and on, he's never gone
I ain't touched his book in months
Still he begs and beckons me, to recognize I'm wrecking things
Knowing and expecting me, to fail until I rest in peace
Took the grave to search for lost souls to be saved
This ain't a drill
This is the real deal
He was k**ed
All so he could still the stormy sea of d**h
And give us rest
[Chorus:]
I'm out here tryna find who I am
The people of this world man they don't understand
Died to give me life
So I'm taking a stand
If I ain't worshipping my God take the mic out my hand
I declare my love
And I ain't going back
If I ain't worshipping my God take the mic out my hand
Take the mic out my hand
I am taking a stand
If I ain't worshipping my God take the mic out my hand
[Stanza 2:]
Lost the world nothing left to lose
Double crossed sin like the son
Now I'm out to prove
That truth is truth
My testimony's proof
Cause this change isn't currency
Currently I'm changed
And I ain't going back
I'm Reaching for eternity
This burn in me is
Curtesy of
Born in a manger
Lord and savior
Lived to 33
Sacrificed murder scene it's
Crucified to cleanse me this
Leads us to the walk of Jesus
Like a walkie talkie distance reaching
Pastor preach it
Must call him a pastor cause he teaches
Me my past is not inconvenient
It's gone but it lives on as lesson
Take a deeper breath then cause we going under
Lighting up the dark like we lighting and the thunder
And I wonder
What would happen
If instead of going back and forth in constant banter
Bout which worship has the answer
New upbeat or cla**ic
If we could move into the world and
Be a magnet to the ones who feel that God is absent
[Chorus:]
I'm out here tryna find who I am
The people of this world man they don't understand
Died to give me life
So I'm taking a stand
If I ain't worshipping my God take the mic out my hand
I declare my love
And I ain't going back
If I ain't worshipping my God take the mic out my hand
Take the mic out my hand
I am taking a stand
If I ain't worshipping my God take the mic out my hand
[Stanza 3:]
I ain't playing games with you
You ain't gotta be a sleuth
To see my aim
My pursuit
Of hope, love, God, dreams
To you I got this odd thing
How I sing and rap about this God thing
The odds seem to read like the lottery
Cause the odds on me are probably
Lower then the chances of the lakers
Retaining Kobe from retiring
Just in case
I make it I should probably say this
I'mma rap what I feel
And what I feel is my creator
Pressin in, in joy or sadness
Gainin' haters, and salvation
I'm ok with that exchange so
I ain't needin' bank notes
Or a payroll
All I need is a “if Jesus say so”
Type of attitude and I know I'll be ok yo
In the process getting KO's
I ain't talking knock outs
I'm talking kingdom opens
For the saved souls
Love like overflowing ocean
Took our sin and let it go like frozen
Suppose if I should change though
Take the mic away
I don't want that astray flow
[Chorus:]
I'm out here tryna find who I am
The people of this world man they don't understand
Died to give me life
So I'm taking a stand
If I ain't worshipping my God take the mic out my hand
I declare my love
And I ain't going back
If I ain't worshipping my God take the mic out my hand
Take the mic out my hand
I am taking a stand
If I ain't worshipping my God take the mic out my hand