[Chorus]
Pride comes before the fall
So how do you like your crow, well-done, medium or raw
Humble yourself, good call, prostrate, submit
The meek will inherit the Kingdom of God, word bond
Pride comes before the fall
So how do you like your crow, well-done, medium or raw
Humble yourself, good call, prostrate, submit
The meek will inherit the Kingdom of God, word bond

[Verse 1: Page One]
I keep watch lest I be enticed, represent Christ within this hip hop culture
Been rhymin' over half of my lifetime without exposure
Always relied on my ability
As an emcee, but now I take pride in my humility?
But how would I react in fact if you said you dug the track
But fast-forwarded past my verse 'cause you thought it was wack
Equating evaluating with hating
Fading into obscurity, purity masquerading
Now I'm left pondering why
My helping and listening ear won't offset my wandering eye
Damaging dialect, might well put in motion the butterfly effect, I connect
My foot with my own open mouth, verbal contortionism
Sought after more than wisdom is to be found acceptable
Brighter or duller tones, we're multicolored stones
Within the ephod, susceptible to this mentality, flawed
Though it may be, men would be angels, angels would be God

[Chorus]
Pride comes before the fall
So how do you like your crow, well-done, medium or raw
Humble yourself, good call, prostrate, submit
The meek will inherit the Kingdom of God, word bond
Pride comes before the fall
So how do you like your crow, well-done, medium or raw
Humble yourself, good call, prostrate, submit
The meek will inherit the Kingdom of God, word bond

[Verse 2: Nickels]
Reach into the deepest fibers of my soul
Pluck out the seeds of Sheol
Pay my toll, I stole, killed and destroyed
Right alongside the Sith Lord
Burry your sword into my abdomen, I caused death
From the edges of my tongue, clench my breath
And squeeze, my life is a disease
Take this guilt I have from me please
Nothing left, will you love me tomorrow?
Creation rotates around you, I am sorrow
From the marrow of my bones I crawl
To the throne room of the Most High
I die, why should You revive me? I suck
Every hair from Your beard You know that I plucked
You stood from Your throne and You opened heavens door
Where sin abounds, grace does abound much more

[Chorus]
Pride comes before the fall
So how do you like your crow, well-done, medium or raw
Humble yourself, good call, prostrate, submit
The meek will inherit the Kingdom of God, word bond
Pride comes before the fall
So how do you like your crow, well-done, medium or raw
Humble yourself, good call, prostrate, submit
The meek will inherit the Kingdom of God, word bond

[Verse 3: Othello]
'Tis far easier for a camel to enter the eye of a needle
Than an emcee full of testosterone
Filled to the brim with prideful egotistical supercharged
Motivated conceit, this description once described me
Beating my face against the concrete
Ashamed and convicted for missing God's will like that of Sadducee
Confine God to a box and throw rocks at thoughts and opinions
To go against the grain of religion feeding on the holier then thou concept
Nuclear bomb threats at allies dominion
Here on earth all a part of God's kingdom
Judge a tree by its fruit and what it produces
It's only with Christ not involved that the music's vain and useless
In the act of saving souls..huh so here I am swallowing crows
Before the throne shamed faced and feeling along
Hang my head and take a step back away from the microphone
As it leaves its stand and hovers in front of my face I'm once again reminded of his grace
And how patient he is, and how faithful he is
And when I blatantly did the opposite of righteousness
Now I confess Him as the greatest
Thanks for second, third and fourth chances to bring the ruckus, Lord, it's mad appreciated

[Chorus]
Pride comes before the fall
So how do you like your crow, well-done, medium or raw
Humble yourself, good call, prostrate, submit
The meek will inherit the Kingdom of God, word bond
Pride comes before the fall
So how do you like your crow, well-done, medium or raw
Humble yourself, good call, prostrate, submit
The meek will inherit the Kingdom of God, word bond