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anthony hale (christian rap) – sailing lyrics

[intro]
pork [?] sandwiches on deck

[verse 1: anthony hale]
high stakes out here, sink or swim
if you think you can tread water, think again
i’m paddlin’ fast away from shark fins like
you wasn’t with me shootin’ in the gym
six a.m., head north mason
or writin’ with my pen
in my twenty twin twins
two-a-days, choose a way, choose a path
i love this, that’s how i knew to rap
the market’s over-saturated, i won’t exaggerate it
there’s a million rappers screamin’ that “i made it”
they all overrated? hardly
but i don’t wanna be just mcfly with marty
no hoverboard, but i’m covered by my lord
you die by it, so no more livin’ by the sword
cut my ear off like you’re peter and i’m van gogh
no meter stick could ever measure what i stand for

[chorus 1: anthony hale]
what i stand for, what i stand for
what i stand for, what i stand for
what i stand for, what i stand for
what i stand for, what i st-

[verse 2: pascal]
shout out hale and jesus
tonka truck runnin’ front-to-back, i remember the sandbox
but now i stash stacks in the cashbox
ain’t all about the ends, you see
i’m more about the memories i’ve made
i think that’s really the way that this life is meant to be
it’s hard, i feel like i’m building castles made of sand
and every time i look away, they get dismantled
from a land where you simply have to hide what’s in your hands
’cause every runner ’round you thinks that life is just a gamble
and they think that all it takes to rap is just a little bit of breath control
a big fat blunt, and a thousand dollar microphone
the ability to keep the tempo of the metronome
but if you tried to come and take my job, they’d probly send you home

[chorus 2: anthony hale]
they’d probly send you home, they’d probly send you home
try to come and take my job, probly send you home
they’d probly send you home, they’d probly send you home
try to come and take my job, probly send you home

[verse 3: anthony hale]
ambitions of writin’ a cl-ssic, providin’
i don’t have to sell my soul, can also spend my nights in
homebody. who am i? n0body
just a vessel that the lord use to bless
i’m on a stretcher ’cause i was dead gone and buried
’til he yelled “clear”, took the weight that i carried
burnin’ my past, london bridge is fallin’ fast
i promise it ain’t personal, i ain’t callin’ back
leave me to this rap stuff, ministry and anatomy
chemistry, and jugglin’ the problems in my family
black sheep in a snowstorm
but it’s more fun when you give a thumbs-up and you’re the sore thumb
i wouldn’t change a thing: remember him, forget my name
he’s why i’ll stand before god with no blame
and i’m still givin’ shout-outs all day to pascal
homie, i’ll pray for you, and all’s well that ends well

- anthony hale christian rap lyrics

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