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John K. Wells (Writer)
Earthquake (Producer)

Verse 1: Danger, danger has got me stepping like a Power Ranger calling on the power of the One from the manger in anger, but not in sin I begin to make my way thru all of this mess I m in It s hard to see so many born faster got hate oozing out em like sulfuric acid everyday a new thief today s, might want my teeth to string them all together and make em into a wreath Brother s ill, and won t think twice to shake his boom pipe even if I run the jewels, he ll still want my life Puppy s sick gotta shoot the gospel quick and hope the truth will hit him much harder than a mule kick I let him know that if he lets the hollow points spray God s got a vengeance that ll make a flamb But let me shut up before I provoke the "cack, cack!" wish I could do a kick and put him on his back not to make him handicapped but so that I could get away and have another chance to pray that this brother would get out of the Maddness

Chorus: What do you do when life s a must but you already caught the rush money, power, lust In whom will you place your trust All sin, no question, no doubt Stuck and you can t get out Christ knows how you feel So get em up in the air if you know He s real!

Verse 2: Caution, caution has got me turnin tossin pausin six million moves, Steve Austin Check the picture here comes that madd, fly, dime sister guess she s sittin waiting for her loving money Mr. I wonder if she s got time to hear the plan I see her lips say "Her comes this corny preacher man" I try to strike one up, I say, "That skirt is fly, is it pleated?" She said, "Man beat it!" I said "Why is that the greeting that I m given?" She said "Step!", I said "God Bless your soul and keep livin " And as I walk away I wish there was something I could say to really make her understand that she s more than a Chick-fila Piece of meat to be bought or sandwich to be made cause a little mayonnaise won t change how your played Cause the next man bites and the next man bites and when it s all over it s a terrible sight Cause when they are done pulling up everything, man it s spooky You got substance, but float around the bowl and God s got a flush for all the manure that s why I m trying to tell her, to keep her out of the sewer of the Maddness

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Verse 3: Power, power has got me lasting for another hour trying to stay alert, awake to the devourer Though his fate must drag on The Dragon Satan been hawking to destroy me ever since I was a little man And even though I know I m sealed for the long ride he tempts me to feel the pleasure of the dark side It gets raw hide in obeying God s will the power is in steady spittin "It s Written" in his lying grill And if he wasn t enough to shake roll and rattle the world is another enemy of constant battle They invite me in, only to disown me build me up to brake me down, till I m lonely Lastly I war with myself the most Today will I play dictator or will I play host Will I do what I hate or hate what I do or don t do what I should or deny what I know is true This is the ceaseless, keeping it real, kinda war not only am I a conqueror but I m more So tell my three enemies that God s got the back of his buddy So I m going to my grave with my knucks (Knuckles) bloody Not in the physical, but in a spiritual kinda baddness cause I gotta fight the Maddness

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