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.