Survivor Lyrics from Bless Da Flow

Verse 1:
I could've been, should've been, in a cell or dead/
buck fifty to my face, but he just caught my hand/
instead of trying to be all that I can/
the military locked me up, and throw me in that middle can/
when I got out lead astray, let that metal bang/
locked up again but God gave a second chance/
I should have been a statistic, a product of my land/
but that spirit beckoned, and I choose to be a better man/
she could've been, should've been like a mama trickin'/
In N Out of foster care, or on a pole stripping'/
smokin L's, watched her mama twist 'em/
never put it to her lips, but still she burdened by the curses/
till she woke up with a hangover at 13/
7 strokes tried to kill her brain, and take her out the scene/
never supposed to walk, talk, just drink food out a straw/
but God gave my wifey the Spirit to keep pressing on/

Chorus:
yeah you might try to knock me down/
but you can't hold me, I'm standing my ground/
I kneel at the throne, yeah my eyes on that crown/
my God console me, He said don't back down/
yeah I'm a survivor/
I'm a survivor/
yeah he made me a fighter/
just get up again/
hold on to the end/
He's holding you friend/

Verse 2:
He could have been like it pops, and left my mom alone/
running off to the mountains smoking O's of (Hy)dro/
ya'd boi(Yard Boy), dredlock, praisin Jah and weed/
instead he dedicated that he would be there for me/
she could have let that man who raped, her run her life/
making excuses for every failure, and every strife/
never let another man close/
but instead, she encourage him and hold her husband close/
coulda committed suicide, when they took her seeds/
baby father left her hanging in the breeze/
feeling so alone like maybe nobody needs her/
but she's moving forward in Christ/
mama Chonne letting that spirit feed her/
his face healed from the bruises/
and he realized that harboring hate only pains the hater, man its useless/
you can either make moves, or make excuses/
the truth is the road behind you don't paint your future/

Chorus:

Verse 3:
The enemy would love to beat you to a pulp/
fiction'll tell you Satan's just a joke/
non-fiction will show you the face of the goat/
seeks to devour everything, but the lion has choked/
only in God I'll boast/
God died rose in 3/
stole the keys/
I don't need rosaries/
hell is frozen I'm freed/
go to Romans and see/
confess where ya mouth speaks/
and believe where ya heart beats/
you'll never burn where the demons creep/
and that makes you a warrior/
God is making glorious/
in battle we are victorious through His Holy Blood/
when Satan comes to your face, call on the Lord, he's shuned/
every trial on Earth is won through His begotten Son/
now make a decision/
dedicate all your wisdom to God, you might be sinful/
but His Blood has made you sinless/
drop knees repent, and testify his forgiveness
through your transparent witness