Letra de (A)Bridge(D) Thoughts

[Verso 1]
This is for them gambling addicted
Methamphetamine afflicted
Christians living the system
Sin on the billboard
Sex on the interstate
Evil we imitate
Drugs on the dinner plate
Cash rules everything around our town
Porno magazines pave our ground
A C-note for the preteen, though
Sex slave, depraved in the lost and found
The lost get found straight out of Vegas
Don't forget us when you're thinking on your pray list
Tryin' add a little light of the Christ
And some day to your night
And some sight to your playlist
In a forlorn feast of the faithless
But where sin abounds
Is where grace is
Keep praying for the family of faith
Raising kids in this Sin City homeostasis
Seen my first stripper at the age of five
Car seat kids better close their eyes
A tourist happily steps off of the Greyhound Bus
But he lost his life
He ain't dead
He'll just spend the next ten years on crack
But he loves these lights
Jackpot's coming soon—
Love these lies;
Husbands leave ‘cause they love these wives
Step one: Better die first
Holy Ghost, come alive in the verse
Send the old man to the dirt
Flesh in a hearse
Better tell Nicodemus that he needs a rebirth!
Ey, you trying to be "Born Again?"
Then start where the crown of thorns begin
Him crucified in the worst for His Bride in the church
But early on the third, watch Him rise from the Earth
I couldn't live lukewarm ‘cause He'll puke on Hell with my soul…
(Man, that's so Laodicean)
That means it's better to be either one of these
400 degrees or be frozen
Fire shut up in my bones
So we're living hot (hot hot hot)
Like the bottom of the oven
Holy Ghost fell down on the day of Pentacost
And the Lost heard the talk turn cloven
Livin' in the New Testament
It's best to get the truth about this flesh you're in
The city ain't a friend to me
And the enemy's not Black, White, Asian, or Mexican
So
Wrestle not against the flesh
Hulk Hogan
Fear ain't a factor
Joe Rogan
Cheat death the
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