Freedom

I'm asking Jesus please forgive me for my sins, know that I ain't perfect

They tell me only he can judge so tell me what's the verdict

I feel me moving differently, operate in my purpose

Some say I'm not up next so, tell me who is

Beautifully the way I'm living life, it might be some sins

I wash them with the blood of the lamb while eating on lamb

Several grand, still in the plans, I know who I am

If cash calls, plan in advance, don't answer for spam, I got 'em

Raining down never cared about the season

I done came a long way from sitting, counting up the reasons

Almost had like thirteen

Now the pocket full of Fritos