Andy Mineo - Sword Fight lyrics

If my life is but a vapor
Then these words are just some molecules
Jotted on paper not even hot enough to savor
More importantly, I’m sorta geeked
‘Cus up in my Scripture studies I’m stumped
Like what is up with these verses?
They stuck in me brain
Now I’m just waiting to
Take in the revelation
I’m meditating to gain
Staring off into space while I’m
Waitin’ up on the train
People think I’m insane
Cus I’m contemplating the saying
How could creator, come to
Creation, save his created
In the frame of a son?
Leavin’ behind his fame, his glory
His place of reign
Where "Holy is the Lord" is what all of
The angels sang praises unto his name
And still he left it and came
To kick it with wicked sinners with
Mischief up in their veins
Worthy of all worship, but still he served us
And even washed the feet of the one
That was to betray him… dang
And my sin’s the reason He came
To drink the cup of the wrath
Of the Father in an exchange
My sins for his righteousness what a gain
Cus 2 Corinthians 5: 21 he became sin
Now I don’t gotta taste the flames
Walkin’ in the spirit
It got me flowin’ like David Blaine yeah
So I’m praying without ceasing
'Cus Satan ain’t Damon Wayans but he
Sure is a Major Payne let’s go

You never out grow your need for
The Gospel don’t ever think
Of the Gospel as that’s the way you get saved
And then, you get strong by leaving
It and doing something
Else we are strengthened by
God, through the Gospel
Every day ‘til the day we drop

My mind’s steady thinkin’
Dwellin’ upon the Christ while
The time tickin’
As I’m inchin towards the wood pine finish
But dyin isn’t the end of it all
Might seem a contradiction
Only to those who missing the
Aptitude for sublime vision
Combine the boom bap with the rhyme precision
Before we proceed to speak about the truth
Define fiction
Outside the Divine Infinite Being we lack the
Distinction to accurately navigate
Morality’s system
If you’re thinkin that I’m trippin
When I’m continually spittin
About totally deprived sinners
We most go in it
The record ain't skippin but let
Me bring it back
Every man’s heart’s desparately wicked
I’m wicked you don’t believe me? Take a
Second to kick it evaluate your heart
Lay it against the Scriptures
Every man sins
Don’t gotta make a case for the stance
My conscience is my primary witness
Called to the stand, let’s go

Crushed bones and blood drippin off his face
Framed on wood, now that's a picture of grace