Your defeated
No I can't lose
Said your defeated
No I won't lose
And ya I know it
So He gives me power
And Ya I know it
So this my hour lion roar
You against us, more like Mugsy Bogus
To Jordan and Pippin you got a third of em
But we still got you two to one
Ya you got a chain, but it's around ya neck, and it's real short I don't it
You got the juice
But only when He turns it on
And claim you in a mansion with ya feet up
Gone and toast with it
But the truth is you a bag of bones
And a vagabond
My whole life you had me shook
Yup I'll admit it
But it ain't just me now I got the
Ghost so now its on
Call me the contortionist to the portion I give to tha portionless
Absorbing all the distortion left from My idols abortion the fortune
Da truth ad left Abhorring tha
Kavorkian truths ta loosen the
Grip of consignment, to find da defiant
Risen amidst to elevate the spiteful Despite da nature of natural
Thought that I once was locked,
And now been launched
Cause he stole the keys from Satan
And placed em
To phase the displacement of Despondency in this Generation
So the question is whatcha waiting for
While He stands at the door
Of the sands of misfortunate
To give hope to the dis fortunate,
Of course ya forced to sit on the porch
Porch and straddling the fence while you forced the porch sit
Cause you've been defeated