Two Masters

Intro (spoken, cold)
Yeah…
Two masters.
One choice.
Verse 1
Matt six—couldn’t serve both, I tried, that’s facts,
Moth, rust, rot in the stash, still slept with my back to the wall, no naps.
Zacch in the tree, I was climbing for more,
Short on height, long reach, tryna tax every score.
Mark eight—what’s a soul when the world’s in your palm?
Had the bag, had the noise, still no calm.
Chains on my neck, not ice—those were lies,
Every dollar I chased put a veil on my eyes.
Hook (chant-ready)
Money or Christ—pick one.
Dark or the light—pick one.
Two masters, can’t run both lanes,
Dead old life—new name, new tongue.
Money or Christ—pick one.
Truth or the price—pick one.
I was a thief in the dark, now I serve in the light,
Blood bought life—yeah, pick one.
Verse 2
Eph four—let the thief steal no more, that’s law,
Hands went from takin’ to buildin’ for God.
Luke nineteen—I repay what I took,
Four times back when the truth got hooked.
Second Corinthians—new creation formed,
Old man dead, yeah, buried, gone.
Phil three—I don’t chase what I lost,
Count it all trash just to gain that cross.
Hook (short / aggressive)
Pick one.
Can’t serve two—pick one.
Pick one.
Cross or the crown—pick one.
Bridge (half-time, low)
Col three—mind above, not the dirt, not the dust.
First Corinthians—bought with blood, not trust funds.
Matt ten—freely got it, freely give,
I don’t hustle for bread—I live to live.
Final Hook (full)
Money or Christ—pick one.
Death or the life—pick one.
Matt six-thirty-three—Kingdom first, everything fine,
I don’t steal crowns now—I lay mine.
Outro (cut beat)
Different Master.
Different orders.
Same cross.
New life.

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