Blood-Washed Soldier

Yeah

I was dead in the dirt

Now I walk in the Word

Uh, look

Came out the gutter with guilt on my jacket

Heart like a casket, sin in the fabric

Devil had a hit list, name in a bracket

Jesus pulled up, said “Son, let’s crack it” (hey!)

Whole lotta pain in the rearview

Whole lotta stains that He cleared too

I was tryna bang for the wrong crew

Now I keep a Sword when I walk through

Pressure on my chest like a bench press

Now I got peace when I confess

Gang full of saints, we don’t set trip

We just let the old life exit

Marked by the blood, that’s a red flag

Heaven on my shirt, never rep tags

If it ain’t Christ, that’s a dead bag

I don’t chase cash, I chase jet lag (sent out!)

I’m a blood-washed soldier, I don’t fold up (nah)

Hands high when I ride with Jehovah (yeah)

Used to run the block, now I run to the altar

Devil want smoke, but my King go harder

I’m a blood-washed soldier, I don’t fold up (uh)

Heart turned stone into holy water

Used to love sin, now I cut that drama

Gang with the saints, that’s the real big armor (gang, gang)

Still from the hood, I ain’t switch codes

I just let grace hit zip codes

Pull up where they still let clips blow

Talk about the King in my kinfolk (let’s go)

They know the past, they know the dirt

They see the change, they feel the work

I talk cross when they talk work

They want perks, I want church

Bible in the hoodie like a concealed carry

Every bar heavy like a thick dictionary

I don’t need a chain for my worth now

Got a new name in the earth now

Warfare daily, I don’t play nice

Demons get pressed when I claim Christ

If you want peace, gotta pay price

He already did that—take life

I’m a blood-washed soldier, I don’t fold up (nah)

Hands high when I ride with Jehovah (yeah)

Used to run the block, now I run to the altar

Devil want smoke, but my King go harder

I’m a blood-washed soldier, I don’t fold up (uh)

Heart turned stone into holy water

Used to love sin, now I cut that drama

Gang with the saints, that’s the real big armor (amen)

We don’t play tough, we pray tough (pray tough)

We don’t fall back, we stay up (stay up)

In the dark place, we raise up

Jesus in the gang, that’s favor (favor)

Hands to the sky for the day ones

Hands for the ops when the hate come

Any dead heart, He can make one

Hit ’em with the light till the chain’s done (brrah!)

I’m a blood-washed soldier, I don’t fold up

Hands high when I ride with Jehovah

Used to run the block, now I run to the altar

Devil want smoke, but my King go harder

I’m a blood-washed soldier, I don’t fold up

Heart turned stone into holy water

Used to love sin, now I cut that drama

Gang with the saints, that’s the real big armor (real big armor)