My Jesus

This is a song that took more than the usual 15 minutes to write. This one took about an hour all together, I'd say. I plan on recording this later on today (since it's 3:49 a.m.) Anywho, it's called "My Jesus" and these are the 3 verses, I haven't come up with a hook/chorus yet. Enjoy :)

V1- We serve a God so good/ we make up adjectives to explain what we would/ if we had the words/ so glad that He switched my verbs/ I'm no longer chillin' out on the curb/ I dive in the Word/ no gear on, just my birthday suit/ come out with armor on and a horn to toot/ and sin to boot/ When it presents itself as temptation/ tell it "Nah, homie, 'cause I gotta feed the nations"/ God's placement of me was so proper/ gave me the Spirit to sing like the Phantom of the Opera/ I nod to Word, don't bob & weave it like a boxer/ so I can explode like a load of C-4 of your block, bro/ in high school I didn't hide my light in my locker/ now God's dealing with me to be a "door knocker"/ to save the folks that's married to "Eva (evil)" like Tony Parker/ and destroy the work of the enemy and every concoction.../

V2- Some folks are funny when you tell them to be born again/ they think you can't say nothin' just because they raised your "mama 'nem"/ me and God should be the opposite of a homonym/ we should be a synonym since I got His will again/ ...Appreciate the mulligan/ I'm about to start putting on rockin' shows like Ed Sullivan/ my guest tonight is Jesus/ He came to pick up pieces/ of your lost and broken soul/ He used His credit like a Visa/ swiped His card then dipped out/ came back in tres days.../ now I got my 'Bible and my Shout'/so glad I'm with Him/ 'cause I can't do without/ He blesses me, so I bless Him with these words from my mouth/ He's the reason my mind is so sober/ He loves to move me like a Wii controller/ redeemed me, saved me from Malbogia/ and diseases like STD's and e.bola.../

V3- Yeah... I love my God/ He's 3-in-1 man, ain't that odd?/So I'm living a life for Him baby with no facade/ fishing for men like bass and cod/ I'm reeling them in, He's sealing the deal by sending the Spirit/ and these holy words you should be hearing/ before you're found in a hearing/ gasping at the outcome of your sentence/ I pray the lost will all come to repentance/ but until then, I'ma get my Jesus on/ and practice kneeling at His throne/ where the angels roam/ He's the King, big one y'all small fishes/ I bet His throne is Earth-sized, while yours is chrome inches/ your lift kits can't get you to His height, man/ Neither can the success of your rap with 6 hypemen/ your jewels and clothes that's so pricy/ and the girls and cars can't fill you like Christ can/ imagine you had a choice, man/ to choose something nice or a filthy trash can/ well, your choice is the devil or the God-Man/ you want glory or worms like Dennis Rodman?/ I'm speechless but there's more to say/ what more can I say?/ To get you to turn this way?/ Hey./ If you're not, start believing/ You've never met a guy like my Jesus.../ Peace...


thanks for reading.
Schaffer, out.

yeahhhh... update.

This is not a takeover, but the wait's over/ Roll with the rock or get rolled over by a Range Rover/ or H2, show 'em H2O or.../ lead them to the blood so they'll get passed over/ By my dad's wrath/ Trust me, I don't even want to see Him mad/ He's got that fire in His eye, you better step back/ Before you get consumed like your 5th grade fire project in science class/ You do the math/ Weigh your options/ Hell's seats aren't up for betting or auctions/ I know this might sound obnoxious/ But if you're wrong you won't need a reservation, 'cause you got one/ Real talk, real walk is what we need/ Not a mansion on this earth, or a bank account overseas/ Please.../ Y'all need to hit the floor with your knees/ In your grade of behavior, F's and D's/ This is mostly what I see/ Even out of people who are supposed to be redeemed/ I know you might not want to listen to me/ But if He said be holy, then what else should we be?/ And we've got power right?/ Yep, through the Holy Ghost to move out of the night/ Park your mule in the light/ I don't need shade/ Give me your whole You, Lord/ While I get rid of these cliches/And show them how to really be saved/ How to really be made... over/ Think... sober/ Not to cover up sin like a bald comb-over/ They're so Wheat Thins being sifted by the lower/They don't let Him lead that's why they're getting "lawn mowered"/ I'm in God's hand like a Wii controller/ I'm rolling through this life, so call me a holy roller/ I roll with the rock, matter of fact, He's a boulder/ and I just love it when whispers on my shoulder/ Come closer