| 作曲 : Greenwood, Morely | |
| Verse I | |
| Find myself with my mic in a tight spot | |
| There the type to pick a fight in the light or dark | |
| Sceneries turn mean they and mimic me | |
| Many men is thieves epidemically | |
| Calling names out who's gonna settle it | |
| They use fists ignorant to break our fellowship | |
| Those thugs at the parties never get chicks | |
| Under developed kids dropping out a English | |
| Bunch of idiots living insignificant | |
| Caught in anything they'd kill a king | |
| No worries man be Christness got me off the crutches living righteous | |
| And I might just | |
| Hang with the likes of these common thieves, prostitutes you can say you saw me | |
| Chorus | |
| If I'm a live, I'm a live for my God | |
| And if I'm a die I'm a die for the cause | |
| Don't' matter got peace in my mind | |
| Day after day, let the love shine |
| zuo qu : Greenwood, Morely | |
| Verse I | |
| Find myself with my mic in a tight spot | |
| There the type to pick a fight in the light or dark | |
| Sceneries turn mean they and mimic me | |
| Many men is thieves epidemically | |
| Calling names out who' s gonna settle it | |
| They use fists ignorant to break our fellowship | |
| Those thugs at the parties never get chicks | |
| Under developed kids dropping out a English | |
| Bunch of idiots living insignificant | |
| Caught in anything they' d kill a king | |
| No worries man be Christness got me off the crutches living righteous | |
| And I might just | |
| Hang with the likes of these common thieves, prostitutes you can say you saw me | |
| Chorus | |
| If I' m a live, I' m a live for my God | |
| And if I' m a die I' m a die for the cause | |
| Don' t' matter got peace in my mind | |
| Day after day, let the love shine |
| zuò qǔ : Greenwood, Morely | |
| Verse I | |
| Find myself with my mic in a tight spot | |
| There the type to pick a fight in the light or dark | |
| Sceneries turn mean they and mimic me | |
| Many men is thieves epidemically | |
| Calling names out who' s gonna settle it | |
| They use fists ignorant to break our fellowship | |
| Those thugs at the parties never get chicks | |
| Under developed kids dropping out a English | |
| Bunch of idiots living insignificant | |
| Caught in anything they' d kill a king | |
| No worries man be Christness got me off the crutches living righteous | |
| And I might just | |
| Hang with the likes of these common thieves, prostitutes you can say you saw me | |
| Chorus | |
| If I' m a live, I' m a live for my God | |
| And if I' m a die I' m a die for the cause | |
| Don' t' matter got peace in my mind | |
| Day after day, let the love shine |