One, two, one. ♪ Every day I pray for mankind. We're all slaves to a generation socialized and sicknesses in the mind. We are habitual thinkers, substance abusers and habitual drinkers. But free your mind because the plug is watching from the top floor hoping you too will fall for the illusions of a temporary high. What we think we need to get by. But are we really trying when kids are dying and depression is trending? Are these the signs of an Armageddon? We're all in denial and it's all cool until you're suicidal. We never learn from our so-called idols, we're just repeating the cycle. So I never read the news anymore. It's hard not to feel hopeless when no one noticed the explosion came from a man whose legal gun was loaded. It's all watered down and sugar-coated. We voted but did we really get to choose? We don't need proof that they separate us from the truth. Mothers and fathers are being separated from their youth and they're selling the American dream and what it appears to be. But they don't teach us that wealth is unattainable with their currency. History is not my brother's story. The original founders were buried in the ground where men have planted seeds of disease and they've justified being thieves, feeding their inner demons and blaming the minorities. It's a World War III, corruption versus greed, not you versus me. But did we ever think of the need for inner peace? They can't put a price on your soul. Don't matter your religion, right and wrong is something everybody knows. They pick and choose what's equal. Who's good and who's evil? And this is the devil's world but the Lord is coming for his people. We're like Daniel in the den Surrounded by these hungry lions Looking in the jaws of death We reach for saving hands No help will come from men The Lord is coming Well the Red Sea's closing in There's no safety in our mighty horses Can you feel the driving wind? Behold the crashing waves The Savior's on his way The Lord is coming Coming, coming Hurry, hurry Bring us to the promised land Glory, glory We reach for saving hands No help will come from men The Lord is coming Yeah, uh See I know how it feels in the late night Swimming with the great whites, drowning in the deep waters You got three daughters, could use some resources We just need order, I got my own bad news Forget a reporter, man we ain't even safe They wanna deport us, I'd rather keep us boxed in on the street corners If you gon' stop and frisk a nigga, *** at least warn us My dog still on probation, they got a leash on us Far from stupid, in fact I'm smarter than Harvard students Spark the movement and put an end to this garbage music Got me thinking like this can't be life Man y'all idiots, y'all voted for the Antichrist Living in this false reality, it's in this picture gallery Based on a nigga's profile, we guess a salary The lifestyle you advertise, quite strategized Make a minimal amount and then we maximize Y'all niggas capping with lies, how they capitalize Creating their own perception, what a massive facade Digital marketing schemes, even broader regime Live how you want on the internet, who thought of this thing? Now I'm a new man, need to find a new plan God bless America, God bless Sudan Now I'm a new man, need to find a new plan God bless America, God bless Sudan Glory, glory, we reach for saving hands No help will come from hands The Lord is coming The Lord is coming The Lord is coming The Lord is coming The Lord is coming Glory, glory, glory The Lord is coming The Lord is coming The Lord is coming