Gods Work by Marrio Esco Lyrics
What up Joyner, I heard you’re looking for some answers
I was bout to dip but I couldn’t leave it unanswered
Funny cause the book you were holding it holds the standards
But I heard you were already introduced to the Commander
And Chief, demanding belief, trust me fam I understand all the pain and the grief
I used to be the same way everyday in defeat
The only scape was a blunt pen and pad with a beat
It's either that or the street, 508 where the war never ceased
7 hills to die on but I ain't ready to sleep
Peep, man. Look. I'm bout to get deep
So I'm praying to God you're serious about the answers you seek
You should take a seat, turn up the volume let it seep
I pray your soul He keep, I pray He wake you from your sleep
Listen, (prayer)
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Look, everybody you mentioned of course they’re made in His image
This ain’t a game of scrimmage the lost are slayed and imprisoned
But I know the One who’s risen, the One you think isn’t
The One you blaming for death as if His life wasn’t given
Matter of fact His only Son, for the same ones who spit in his face
Everyday and then they blame Son, but we can only blame one
Reflection is the same one, we’re the reason why we face rejection when our day comes
But you don't want to hear it, you'd rather blame God and blaspheme his spirit
You rather controversy over truthful lyrics, because it doesn't serve a purpose as a useful gimmick
I pray it ain't so and you're truly seeking His face
I pray the mentor on the phone keeps speaking of grace
I pray you’re heading for the truth and not running in place
Being looked up to by the youth in their coming of age
I pray for the day I can watch you jumping on a stage
Reppin Christ up in your lyrics in the 508
We call it home until we’re home up in our Father’s grace
But as of right now I’m not convinced that that’s the case
And I’m praying for you as you’re on your paper chase
And I’m praying everything I’m saying you embrace
By my Father’s grace, I pray you get a taste
And you can join me as a brother running in a race
And side by side we can labor, tell em about the Savior
Filling em up with hope pointing creatures to the creator
Death isn't the final player, the God I serve is greater
So even though we dying my fellow heirs I'll see you later
Something you cannot waiver, even in your anger
Cause surely one day you will be face to face with your Maker
I'm hoping before He takes you, you'll consider this
Consider this a message God I pray you never miss
The crucifix in front of you represents life and death
From a sinless savior who was faithful til His final breath
Resurrected on the 3rd day now sitting on His throne
We deserve hell and heaven we can't get there on our own
So now the truth is shown, I wonder what you'll do
Your open struggle sounds sincere, I wonder if it's true
And if this is truly a burning hunger for the truth
Your message is delivered, so now it's up to you
God's work
Lost souls, dead bodies in the street
Good people gone
Cherry picking who should go away and who to stay
Made mistakes
If I knew my way to heaven to bring some people back
Reason with you
Celebrities
Hit me back
The devils work
I was bout to dip but I couldn’t leave it unanswered
Funny cause the book you were holding it holds the standards
But I heard you were already introduced to the Commander
And Chief, demanding belief, trust me fam I understand all the pain and the grief
I used to be the same way everyday in defeat
The only scape was a blunt pen and pad with a beat
It's either that or the street, 508 where the war never ceased
7 hills to die on but I ain't ready to sleep
Peep, man. Look. I'm bout to get deep
So I'm praying to God you're serious about the answers you seek
You should take a seat, turn up the volume let it seep
I pray your soul He keep, I pray He wake you from your sleep
Listen, (prayer)
-
Look, everybody you mentioned of course they’re made in His image
This ain’t a game of scrimmage the lost are slayed and imprisoned
But I know the One who’s risen, the One you think isn’t
The One you blaming for death as if His life wasn’t given
Matter of fact His only Son, for the same ones who spit in his face
Everyday and then they blame Son, but we can only blame one
Reflection is the same one, we’re the reason why we face rejection when our day comes
But you don't want to hear it, you'd rather blame God and blaspheme his spirit
You rather controversy over truthful lyrics, because it doesn't serve a purpose as a useful gimmick
I pray it ain't so and you're truly seeking His face
I pray the mentor on the phone keeps speaking of grace
I pray you’re heading for the truth and not running in place
Being looked up to by the youth in their coming of age
I pray for the day I can watch you jumping on a stage
Reppin Christ up in your lyrics in the 508
We call it home until we’re home up in our Father’s grace
But as of right now I’m not convinced that that’s the case
And I’m praying for you as you’re on your paper chase
And I’m praying everything I’m saying you embrace
By my Father’s grace, I pray you get a taste
And you can join me as a brother running in a race
And side by side we can labor, tell em about the Savior
Filling em up with hope pointing creatures to the creator
Death isn't the final player, the God I serve is greater
So even though we dying my fellow heirs I'll see you later
Something you cannot waiver, even in your anger
Cause surely one day you will be face to face with your Maker
I'm hoping before He takes you, you'll consider this
Consider this a message God I pray you never miss
The crucifix in front of you represents life and death
From a sinless savior who was faithful til His final breath
Resurrected on the 3rd day now sitting on His throne
We deserve hell and heaven we can't get there on our own
So now the truth is shown, I wonder what you'll do
Your open struggle sounds sincere, I wonder if it's true
And if this is truly a burning hunger for the truth
Your message is delivered, so now it's up to you
God's work
Lost souls, dead bodies in the street
Good people gone
Cherry picking who should go away and who to stay
Made mistakes
If I knew my way to heaven to bring some people back
Reason with you
Celebrities
Hit me back
The devils work