Hold On ft. Rezo Lyrics

Hello Hello

How y'all doing out there ladies and gentlemen

Tonight we have a special guest

I heard there's a lot you wanna get off your chest

The people wanna hear what you gotta say

So speak what's on your heart

I know you got it in you

I know you got it

Let em' hear it!

Ok this be the new wave

Both feet on the water

Stepping to Yahweh

I know faith

I know peace

I know grace

I know how it feels to walk the wrong way

Towards the dead end

I can't forget it

Rumor has it

Ain't no rumor

Yeshua son of Yahuah

Rose like butterfly doors on lambos

I use to want the blue one

Not important

Considering who's my portion

No longer hunger

I saw a woman on the corner seeking something

Repeating a message

No one should hunger

It made me ponder

Parables spoken from the mouth of the One

Offering

Bread of life and everlasting water

To the

Lost and broken

All I could offer was a chicken combo

Mann!

A chicken combo?

As I pull off slow

Wondering who she follow

I missed an opportunity

To give her abba

Maybe she know Him

What if she don't?

What if she never gets another moment?

An introduction

To someone that could help her turn from

The darkness

A thought i'm stuck with

The lost and hopeless

Still lost and hopeless

If I don't open

My mouth and speak

Like i've been chosen

Hold this for me

Whoa!

That was deep, ain't it?

Deeper than expected

But he did say he had to get something off his chest

The people waiting for what's next

Is there anything else you wanna say?

The floor is yours

The illest poet that ever wrote it

Sound like you're dealing with something

I'm sure there's plenty more

Y'all want more

Of course

i'll be spitting until my voice get hoarse

Or til i no longer hear the word from the Holy Source

I've fallen short

Plenty times but still have hope

I still have faith

Still have grace

I still got love

For this penning

And feel the weight of the fallen world

I went back home and felt division

The spirits at war

I just listen

Knowing I could've offered more

Maybe they're far too gone

To listen

l hop on stage

Hoping my flows enough

I pray the spirit shake the building up

I pray the 9 stay tucked

In the holster

Demons moving like vultures

Scraping and scrambling tryna party

Just to take over

And call it culture

Beware of the posers

Posers as bearers of light

Alright alright

Back to business

Back to spitting

This ain't religion

This ain't no rizzin

Ya figga dill me

This the

Consequence of conviction

Every knee will confess

Cause the son of Yahweh has risen

Yea he did it

You need evidence check the scripture

The illest poet

Must be more than just the illest poet

Lost souls been hoping

For much more

Feed em stop posing