[1] I have so many raps written in my head./ That I have to be slow and not rush steps./ [2] It's like rushing out the door without brushing teeth./ I need to take my time like when Driscoll speaks./ [3] Taking a methodical approach to cut deep./ Making sure what I implore is a nudge in sleep./ [4] Before when I went forth I brought up me./ Now that I'm reborn, old is torn, Jesus is King./ [5] By grace, not forced I roar about majesty./ since I've morphed by my Lord, I sing./ [6] Speaking by sword, not of corpse, I know He's Holy./ He's such a Good Lord who pours Love On Me./
