Exercising

I'm reading my Bible exercising, working out my salvation getting fit
Preparing for the hits of the world
I was walking now I'm running from this sin hey...
Try'na catch my breath, try'na catch my breath
Try'na catch my breath, try'na catch my breath...
Try'na catch...
I'm thirsty give me living water (Work)
I'm working exercising (Work)
I'm working exercising (Work)
I'm working exercising (Work)
I'm working exercising

I've been on the treadmill, working all day
Running from the Beast, because you know I am the prey
Babylon has captured trapped us at Bay
Some of us are sleeping, but you know I am awake
I am awake
I am aw-a-ake...
Woke, woke, woke up out of my sleep
The word to me is concrete
Tap danced around mysteries
Til I fell off in that creek
Fenugreek, Fenugreek
Had me leaning off of that meat
And hopping back on that milk
Went back to the basics
Started working on myself
Getting facelifts: praying daily
Exercise and my patience
How to fast to avoid temptations
No David Ruffin,
But I ain't too proud to beg
Had to humble myself
Many times at that
To get back from A to B
Working on abs
That my A to B
Alphabet boys want my mouth to cease
Harassing me want casualties to be...
Locked up in chains, chip to the Beast
Homeless, broke and not teaching my peeps
In a coma, not waking lost sheep
To be, to be or not to be
To be, to be or not to be (Huh)
That is the question?
Shakespeare!

I'm reading my Bible exercising working out my salvation getting fit
Preparing for the hits of the world
I was walking now I'm running from this sin hey...
Try'na catch my breath, try'na catch my breath
Try'na catch my breath, try'na catch my breath...
Try'na catch...
I'm thirsty give me living water (Work)
I'm working exercising (Work)
I'm working exercising (Work)
I'm working exercising (Work)
I'm working exercising

I'm like turn-up cause you turn down
With no knob on it that's a turn-around
Went from transformer to a transgender
Now you're reprobate, now you satan bound
Gotta exercise not the physical but the spiritual
Or be hell bound
Satan bustin' at Cha, fully loaded clip
Better duck, jump and move around
Like whew, whew, whew, whew...
Going kamikaze on the paparazzi
Used to wear Versace til my papa stop me
I was in the flesh like some leather stocking
On thin ice like I'm playing hockey
How to refocus like a Nikon
Dive in them scripts, to see what I'm see-on
Now I'm swimming in faith like I'm Deon
I mean Gideon got my fitted on
Going on and on, like I'm Badu
Qadam Rawchaa said this is Indignation 1 on 1
So boy, Who Is You
Gotta stand on something, that's what mama said
So I chose...
To stand on this truth
Can't just be a hearer, gotta be a doer
Exercise what he told you to do
Told you to do...
Yeah
1, 2, 3, 4
2, 2, 3, 4
3, 2, 3, 4
Exercise



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Writer(s): Wallace Holst Jr.
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