VERSE 1

If God said that he wanted me to jam with some fans in Japan
Put my luggage in my hand
And I'll tell em bout the man that they don't know
Even if I had to do a show in a kimono I'm gone go
And if they want me in Australia mate, its no bother
I'd be there with the kawalas rappin about the Father
And if he put me in France today, in sweat pants and a mans barret
I'd parlez vous francais
Just give me travel plans and visas
Leanin in the tower of Pisa reppin Jesus Yep!!
And If they want me in London Square
you can bloody well believe I'm there, just tell them he don't care
You got to go where ever he take ya
And I'll even rap bout em in Jamacia
That's right, alot of folk might be getting confused
They never seen somebody trying to get used

VERSE 2

If God called me I'll be ready to go
I'll even aublo espanol down in Mexico
I'll hit the door and I dont need no warning
I'll even be in Ireland rhyming at the top of the morning
When I'm performing man it's never the same
I'd even float a boat down to Cuba if I had to man
I'd catch a plane to keep souls from burnin
you'd even see me MC overseas for the Germans
Learning to use what he give me
I'd even click click click click in Africa for the Pigmys
And if he give me the date and the time
I'd be in Budapest makin a rhyme, hopefully changin some minds
and when they find out the keys to life
is all wrapped up in Jesus Christ, and they see the light
I did it right but it dont boost me up
I won't be happy till he use me up

VERSE 3

Rap for the mob, I wouldn't get excited
Ain't nobody bigger than God, hey forget about it
I'd even do it for the seniors near me
I'd just rap a little louder so they can hear me
In country bars I'd be hittin em raw
In all black like I'm Tim MGraw
And when I'm gettin the call dont have to worry about the dog being scary
I'd flow in a cementary, rap in a library
And I'm carrying my book with me
going to heaven and I'm carrying some crooks with me like Jesus did
I write for thugs in cliques
like bloods and crips
G'd's and Vicelords
And I can recite more
I write more for the streets and the blocks
You might ask why but healthy people don't need the doc
I couldn't stop even if I choose I won't be happy till I'm finished being used