Hold On (feat. Rezo) Video (MV)

Hello Hello
How y'all doing out there ladies and gentlemen
Tonight we have a special guest
I heard there's a lot you wanna get off your chest
The people wanna hear what you gotta say
So speak what's on your heart
I know you got it in you
I know you got it
Let em' hear it!

Ok this be the new wave
Both feet on the water
Stepping to Yahweh
I know faith
I know peace
I know grace
I know how it feels to walk the wrong way
Towards the dead end
I can't forget it
Rumor has it
Ain't no rumor
Yeshua son of Yahuah
Rose like butterfly doors on lambos
I use to want the blue one
Not important
Considering who's my portion
No longer hunger
I saw a woman on the corner seeking something
Repeating a message
No one should hunger
It made me ponder
Parables spoken from the mouth of the One
Offering
Bread of life and everlasting water
To the
Lost and broken
All I could offer was a chicken combo
Mann!
A chicken combo?
As I pull off slow
Wondering who she follow
I missed an opportunity
To give her abba
Maybe she know Him
What if she don't?
What if she never gets another moment?
An introduction
To someone that could help her turn from
The darkness
A thought i'm stuck with
The lost and hopeless
Still lost and hopeless
If I don't open
My mouth and speak
Like i've been chosen
Hold this for me

Whoa!
That was deep, ain't it?
Deeper than expected
But he did say he had to get something off his chest
The people waiting for what's next
Is there anything else you wanna say?
The floor is yours
The illest poet that ever wrote it
Sound like you're dealing with something
I'm sure there's plenty more
Y'all want more

Of course
I'll be spitting until my voice get hoarse
Or til i no longer hear the word from the Holy Source
I've fallen short
Plenty times but still have hope
I still have faith
Still have grace
I still got love
For this penning
And feel the weight of the fallen world
I went back home and felt division
The spirits at war
I just listen
Knowing I could've offered more
Maybe they're far too gone
To listen
L hop on stage
Hoping my flows enough
I pray the spirit shake the building up
I pray the 9 stay tucked
In the holster
Demons moving like vultures
Scraping and scrambling tryna party
Just to take over
And call it culture
Beware of the posers
Posers as bearers of light
Alright alright
Back to business
Back to spitting
This ain't religion
This ain't no rizzin
Ya figga dill me
This the
Consequence of conviction
Every knee will confess
Cause the son of Yahweh has risen
Yea he did it
You need evidence check the scripture
The illest poet
Must be more than just the illest poet
Lost souls been hoping
For much more
Feed em stop posing