[Verse 1 - Kambino]
Survival of the fittest
Poor vs the richest cure vs sickness
I grew up in the middle of war slept in the trenches
Saw the bullets soaring I'd side step 'em by inches
Heard it promised no weapon is formed against us
Whatever prosper that sure ain't keep 'em from firing
We're fragments of what they busted from hittin' us we're s**ed
But it was enough to keep us from expiring
He found me in the streets I was a tired man
Taught me how to handle the heat made me a fireman
Extinguish the flame of sin that was in me
Then gave me the gain of scripture to keep it from burning bright again
Here I am on cold nights though
Daydreaming of schemes that could get me right yo
Revert back to the tactics that come natural
Befriending tendencies that are in fact a foe
Even though the truth and fact I know
I read it try my best to heed it push the casket closed
On my past go put on a mask and interact with those
Who seem as though they stay clean fresher then they pastors clothes
But so what's wrong with me then
Why all these thoughts I try to block find ways to sneak in
Why I get the panties to drop and now I'm deep in
Soon as I cum so does the weightiness that we've sinned
So tired of back and forth with it
From favor to unfortunate faith is disproportionate
Future that I'm craving finding ways to keep aborting it
He showed us to the exit us we keep ignoring it
[Hook - Selah The Corner]
You see my armor getting heavy
Holding on this two edged machete but I don't think they ready
Teaching people how to Serengeti plan
We just wanna make it to the promise land
Show me to my exodus show me to my exodus
Show me to my exodus show me to my exodus
Show me to my exodus show me to my exodus
Show me to my exodus show me to my exodus
[Verse 2 - Selah The Corner]
I pledge allegiance to the Lord of hosts
They hunger for the bread got me thinking 'bout the toast
Shots to the first born on my front step
Last plague don't care about the blood on my door post
91 Psalm will keep me from harm
But I was taught so will this ratchet in my other palm
Ain't tryna walk on no water in another storm
I'm just tryna make it so my brother and my mother come
Jehovah ordered my fitness
In the court of opinions I'm a reppin' God as my witness
Nah mean really God is my witness testifying to your people dying
In the wilderness the grave is where your people flying
And life is it's supply of bigger demand
Show me to the living water in this dessert land
To many slaves follow in command
Father show us to your promise land
[Hook]