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I've made up my mind, no need to think it overIf I honor Him right, don't need to look no further(Chorus)Yo, make your mind up, cause if notYou can't make the time up, it's not a wrist watchLike Hitchcock, it's a mystery, yesterday, some call it historySo make sure you did sometin' interestingand kept it clean like Listerine, is you listening?Beyond all of that glistening there's a message we're meant to bring, meant to singSo I sing it louder, raise the crowd up, might switch my style up till it pile upDial up my best friend, share with his soul that he's called and destinedTell him that today was more than a blessin'Stop bench pressin' the things you stressin'The past is the past, the present is presentYou gotta live your life, homie, learn your lesson,my mind's made upChorusHey yo, to the unsaved with sins that's unpaidhe ain't gotta contemplate waitin' on SundayProcrastination is like gunplay: cause you could die today, tomorrow's too late.And I ain't tryin' to be visitin' dude's wakeWith a story broadcast in the news on channel 8I'd rather walk in love instead of channel the hateLetras de cancionesThat's a word to the Church, we lettin' them get awayWe verbally push them, we thinkin' it's okayChrist's on the throne screamin', No way!We're flippin' on our own, slippin' on the Word like banana peelsNow wonder we led astrayHeaven ain't gonna full of the people you thinkIt's gonna be full of the people that used to smoke and drinkThe ones that you never spoke to, like your so coolAnd you talkin' like you really obey?ChorusHey, uh, look, lookMe and Maisah made our minds up, divorce's not an optionWe gave up the word quit for adoptionLet's get it poppin' to the day that we dropOr Christ come back and we both reach the topI'd rather my first album flop than my marriage,Cause it's worth way more then them carrats, diamonds, platinumcan't see me packin' my bags with my kids lookin' at me like DadI went through the same thing growin' up madFrom a jail cell, pen to padI'd worked too hard to keep it all intactThey sacred to me, so Satan, fall backI'd face death before the Son, I'd die for all of thatAnd bump havin' pride, I'm the first to call it backMy mind's made up, what you think of all that?If you agree let me hear you holla backChorus From Letras Mania