DeAD (after death)
Written by: C.Frempong and K.Harris
Recorded by: J.Perry at Gemtraxx Studios

Hook:
I used to be Satan’s slave
I used to be buried in that grave
I used to be without an escape
Hey! But I got a new identity now
Everyday I’m looking more like I’m God’s child

Pre Verse:
I die daily funerals in the morning
But it’s looking like a jazz funeral from New Orleans
People are celebrating handkerchiefs are waving
A how lot of dancing while the music playing
Celebrate the death of my flesh with no sorrow
Wake up and do the same thing tomorrow

Verse:
My flesh trying to kill me so I got to off him
Wrestle with him stuff him in that coffin
Shut that lid I’m done with that low living
Plus in Christ I know I am forgiven
Black suit on him R I P homie
Grateful for what the apostle Paul showed me
I die daily every twenty-four hours
Every one thousand four hundred and forty minutes
I’m about that word – that’s my flesh’s death sentence
Get it? Got it! Good? Well then good ridings
To the untrained eye it’s looking like suicide
Call it a homicide a mercy killing
I’m the victim the witness and the one who did it
Right hand in there air Yup! I plead guilty
But you got to understand judge he was trying to kill me
So really it was self-defense
I call it spirit defense
You see my spirit depends, on the death of him
No it’s not the end; really it’s the beginning
The start of what Christ finished
Every morning its like I’m making funeral arrangements
Picking out a tombstone burial plot payments
You and me fighting leads to eulogy writing
That eulogy is for you not me
My flesh is D E A D!

Hook:
I used to be Satan’s slave
I used to be buried in that grave
I used to be without an escape
Hey! But I got a new identity now
Everyday I’m looking more like I’m God’s child

Pre Verse:
I die daily funerals in the morning
But it’s looking like a jazz funeral from New Orleans
People are celebrating handkerchiefs are waving
A how lot of dancing while the music playing
Celebrate the death of my flesh with no sorrow
Wake up and do the same thing tomorrow

Hook:
I used to be Satan’s slave
I used to be buried in that grave
I used to be without an escape
Hey! But I got a new identity now
Everyday I’m looking more like I’m God’s child