Pastor Charles A.R. - I Ain't Solo Lyrics

My mind in a daze and I'm needing Some closure
My life in they aim so I peeping the Vultures
Before I got saved everybody was Kosher
But soon as you change they act like They don't know ya
I stay by my lonely real people are Rare to me
Try to live holy they call me Pharisee
Now it's clear to me they love the Darkness
They hating the glare in me
They don't want clarity
Since I'm not of this world
And its hard to relate
I'm apart the pearl not the god of This world
And the price that He paid was Remarkably great
I'm giving you milk I meet you where You at
No pork you a babe can't
Take part in this steak
Im a keep it blood raw yall can be Fake
Soul food on a platter this art on a Plate
That fork in the road had me picking A side
So I mashed on the gas
And hit plenty of lines
He narrowed my path Im a grape in His grasp
Put that weight on my back He gone Get me to wine
I won't complain you won't get to me Whine
Be still cuz I know that He's God and In time
If I sit calm I'm His son in His Prime And I'm not Living Single you Watching the Sign
Field got me tilling I'm part of the Vine
Hand to the plow and theres no Reminiscing,
Down memory line I was partially Blind can't look back now cuz that Road in the distance
When you do miracles everyone With you bro
But when they see a cross
That's when the distance grow
Watch em deny you and lie
When its critical
But that's alright when its
Christ sticking with you bro
Lord knows I try to hold on
Man I feel so weak but He's so strong
The closest people in ya circle do ya So wrong
But God got me I aint solo
Even when Im on my own I aint solo
Even when Im on my own I aint solo
The closest people in ya circle do ya So wrong
But God got me I aint solo
Sugar coated glucose gospel
Dats that diabetes
Say they born again but
With that diet they gone
Die a fetus
Hey What you season with
My bruh hey what you
Trying to feed us
Oh that's that Buddy Love
But its hiding Cletus
And just a little leaven
Leaveneth the whole lump
Time is of the essence
Any second He could blow trump
Blood on these bars like Im
Boxing in a prison cell
Put rappers under microscopes living Organisms cells
Study the ingredients I'm
Looking for the Jesus in ya lyrics
Through that stuffing you
Got covered with that seasoning
Yeast rise at lukewarm
Temperature and these
Eyes see the deep lies that
You creeping in
And
Yall treat the Bible like its Golden Corral
Take what you want leave
What you don't leave with
A coke a smile
But truly its all or nothing
All yall want is the sweets
But what's at steak
Check ya plate this that all you
Can eat
That blood rare Jesus paid
It boy im scraping the plate
I'd rather enter in them
Gates then go play in a lake Gehenna
Look here you either beat
The hell out ya flesh
Or let it hit you with that Nas when He put J in his Place
That ether
You need that good and
Living water put that henny back
But you like sugar in your water That's that Men in Black
Satan will cook you up to order keep You living fat
Frying and Tortured that's your Portion and his kitchen stacked

I ain't solo
Even when I'm on my own though
Lord knows I try to hold on
Man I feel so weak but He's so strong
The closest people in ya circle do ya So wrong
But God got me I aint solo
Even when Im on my own I aint solo
Even when Im on my own I aint solo
The closest people in ya circle do ya So wrong
But God got me I aint solo