I follow no man but Jesus
Praying every night I rest
Hoping that I wake up and pass his next test
"There's no time for foolishness no time for fun, for there is work to be done my son"
These hands made for labor and
These feet leading me to the paths of many
I fear no man no woman or any
I've stood before fire which burned me heavily
But not even a bullet can stop my heart from beating steadily
I've starred into the eyes of tortured souls
Hoping to get the stories that were untold
And not only do the deed of goodness
But give their soul a little up lifting
I'm very humble, but stumble often
We're not done lord, I'm going hard before the end is a coffin.