Rise
Today's the day
When we all rise
My ink is gone
So watch me come alive
Together we stand
Against the burning lights
Now that I found my wings to fly
I'm ready to rise
When we all rise
We all rise
Today's the day
Rise
Yessir
Hold up, I'm back to boast in these tracks like
I'm mad that I might back slap mics
Never mind the fact that I never left I'm hype
Listen up, right, you ain't got to ask me twice
I'm here, I'm here
Brag on Him like I'm known for
While folks snore I'ma go for it
My God ain't no folklore
Cause He real, He real
Now to the top of yo hand
I know the designer, he higher than pilots who fly up in clouds he designed with hands
Aye, I'm writin' to tell ya this life is a flash in the pan
How I'm a retire when we need a crier that tells us to rise up and stand?
Check yo plans, my dude, that grave ain't ya home
Cause you been underground way to long
Six deep, but the day don't get stoned
All they say that boy gone
C'mon, don't you want to go home?
Don't you wanna be more than a clone?
Do you know that you're loved and known?
We all ride on wrong side, beating our chest at the wrong God
We don't need God, we may not say with our mouths but we do with our whole life
It's a bold lie, He the most high no close by
We all die, John 5: 28-29
The judge returns
And all rise
When we all rise
My ink is gone
So watch me come alive
Together we stand
Against the burning lights
Now that I found my wings to fly
I'm ready to rise
When we all rise
We all rise
Today's the day
Rise
Yessir
Hold up, I'm back to boast in these tracks like
I'm mad that I might back slap mics
Never mind the fact that I never left I'm hype
Listen up, right, you ain't got to ask me twice
I'm here, I'm here
Brag on Him like I'm known for
While folks snore I'ma go for it
My God ain't no folklore
Cause He real, He real
Now to the top of yo hand
I know the designer, he higher than pilots who fly up in clouds he designed with hands
Aye, I'm writin' to tell ya this life is a flash in the pan
How I'm a retire when we need a crier that tells us to rise up and stand?
Check yo plans, my dude, that grave ain't ya home
Cause you been underground way to long
Six deep, but the day don't get stoned
All they say that boy gone
C'mon, don't you want to go home?
Don't you wanna be more than a clone?
Do you know that you're loved and known?
We all ride on wrong side, beating our chest at the wrong God
We don't need God, we may not say with our mouths but we do with our whole life
It's a bold lie, He the most high no close by
We all die, John 5: 28-29
The judge returns
And all rise
Credits
Writer(s): Gabriel Azucena, William Barefield
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