In It, Not Of It

In it not of it you got ta' love it
Life is a hill what! terrain

Rugged
Cross on your back well! you gotta tug it
The world's on your shoulders bow down let god chuck it
The living water i stored up in three buckets
Taking a sip whenever flesh starts to covet
A fine girl walks by head kept straight
The weed circles around i pass with no debate
My enemy approaches showing i show love instead of hater
I'm worshipping god for real forgetting the fakes i'm replenish the water straight quench my thirst
Climbing up mount holiness leaving the earth
Leaving the universe and worldy ways behind
I'm a rock climber, climbing the image of christ divine

Hook:

In it, in it, not of it, of it
We are
In it, in it, not of it, of it
The world (repeat 4x)

Muscles cramp body drench with sweat and tears
I'm feeling weak losing rope for carrying more peers
I'm about to let go
I'm watch them fall back over to pornos
Façades in videos with cars and clothes
I'm tired of other climbers surpassing me to the top
Am i the only who cares if i'm a stumbling block
I pause a minute access the nation
Dehydrate i reach for water for recessation
Then the almighty voice spoke clear to me
Make disiciples of all men and walk faithfully
Them other climbers scale fast but bring nothing to me
The race is not giving to the swift bring gifts to me
Restore with energy and grabbed the rope and pull
With the strength of ten thousands herds of bulls
Now i'm in it to win it
The world i no longer mimic
I caught the breath of life to obtain the vertical limit

The closer i get the more climbers i see falling
Some stop to look down and see the world and start stalling
Back to old ways
Back to old days
Back to getting paid
Back to getting blaze
Sunrays now blocked by a cloud and rain drops
Tears of god's son splashings on conviction
Then hits my tongue and i remember the one
Who called me out of darkness when on the cross he hung
I grab my water bottle
Gulp the perfect model
Push up the throttle
Climb the hill like a tahoe
Singing the piano keys of librache
On my way to glory the spirit is miyagi