VERSE 1:
The futures here/ and my energy's nuclear/ I stayed near to Christ word as it entered it moved me here/ through my nucleus/ These new Christians? The spookiest/ and loose an A theist, while he listens to my exousia/ The safety is/ under the blood that Christ saved me with/ formed to reign through his name he was born as a baby with/ While the rich dip in whips that are fiber glass/ believers die and rise up living the higher class/ for eternity/ What was taken will be returned to me/ As for Satan in Revelation it speaks of burning him/ The future of currency's been formed through emergencies/ One world money supports financial urgency/ and all of these buttons and screens are just distractions/ Material things designed to hold you captive/ Diamonds and pearls/ the things of the world/ It's not a mans best friend give that bling to a girl/ yeah

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VERSE 2:
The future is now, the digital age/ we came a long way touch screen no turning the page/ and our home furnishings when you come in the house/ it's nothing, push of a button, the click of a mouse/(yeah) but a house ain't a home without Christ in it/ you're better off dead a shell with no life in it/ It's like a Luke warm drink with no ice in it/ Choose life and don't turn back cause there's a knife in it/ and give God his ten, that's a nice percentage/ the other ninety's for you, get your wife some dinner/ I know you're trying to compute this new righteous living/ now you exist eternally rich through Christ forgiven/ and I know these new cars are like spaceships/ but, wait on the Lord with composure and patience/ Seek the Kingdom first trust me it makes sense/ and everything in his will will fall in place then.

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VERSE 3:
The future is vast stem cells robotic limbs/ nano tech, trans humanism, synthetic cartilage/ and some scientist say God ain't apart of it/ it's like laminin inside man he is the heart of it/ Watch for the artifice/ Keep your grass cut/ Discernment will turn a liar into a glass cup/ and see straight through it/ It's all smoke and mirrors/ and I pray for the spirit when I approach my peers/ cause I'm the man on the moon they know I'm spaced out/ Sunk back in the hoody shadows my face out/ and I'm trying to expand what God's grace is about/ and give them the word before the enemy takes them out/ Technocracy, Apple Mac with the retinal scan/ with way more gadgets in hand/ than that Jetson man/ Cyber genetic/ Science is Gods precious hand and technology's one way that he blesses man.