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• Artiste: Mouthpi3ce
• Titre: Mind's Made Up
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I've made up my mind, no need to think it over If I honor Him right, don't need to look no further (Chorus) Yo, make your mind up, cause if not You can't make the time up, it's not a wrist watch Like Hitchcock, it's a mystery, yesterday, some call it history So make sure you did sometin' interesting and kept it clean like Listerine, is you listening? Beyond all of that glistening there's a message we're meant to bring, meant to sing So I sing it louder, raise the crowd up, might switch my style up till it pile up Dial up my best friend, share with his soul that he's called and destined Tell him that today was more than a blessin' Stop bench pressin' the things you stressin' The past is the past, the present is present You gotta live your life, homie, learn your lesson, my mind's made up Chorus Hey yo, to the unsaved with sins that's unpaid he ain't gotta contemplate waitin' on Sunday Procrastination is like gunplay: cause you could die today, tomorrow's too late. And I ain't tryin' to be visitin' dude's wake With a story broadcast in the news on channel 8 I'd rather walk in love instead of channel the hate That's a word to the Church, we lettin' them get away We verbally push them, we thinkin' it's okay Christ's on the throne screamin', “No way!” We're flippin' on our own, slippin' on the Word like banana peels Now wonder we led astray Heaven ain't gonna full of the people you think It's gonna be full of the people that used to smoke and drink The ones that you never spoke to, like your so cool And you talkin' like you really obey? Chorus Hey, uh, look, look Me and Maisah made our minds up, divorce's not an option We gave up the word quit for adoption Let's get it poppin' to the day that we drop Or Christ come back and we both reach the top I'd rather my first album flop than my marriage, Cause it's worth way more then them carrats, diamonds, platinum can't see me packin' my bags with my kids lookin' at me like “Dad” I went through the same thing growin' up mad From a jail cell, pen to pad I'd worked too hard to keep it all intact They sacred to me, so Satan, fall back I'd face death before the Son, I'd die for all of that And bump havin' pride, I'm the first to call it back My mind's made up, what you think of all that? If you agree let me hear you holla back Chorus