it's a coming out party
celebrating the portion
that God gave,
the food is delectable
the atmosphere is great,
I jumped off the empire state
building of faith,
flew across the desolate
hoods of lost hope,
and came across a golden building,
in there I found myself owning three floors
with no ceiling to hold me back
from owning more
it's my coming out party
and everyone is invited
the hate only makes it more enticing
to see the fine wine rhymes I'm writing,
hell is still hot and I don't plan on
piping down to get souls where they
need to be, I only know one
God that made you and me,
a bunch of indians with no chief
leading lost sheep as the wolves
play the shepherd,
the wicked playing checkers,
the righteous playing chess,
all sin is removed with
the humility to confess
that Jesus is King
and Lord of Lords,
the Kingdom is at hand
and I'm bringing my sword
of truth slicing through
the wickedness,
the truth will only set you free
and let you be
who you really was made to be
