I'm like Isaiah- I got my eyes way up
Fixed on the person of Christ when I weigh up
Him against my personal life
My prayer becomes change me beneath the top layer
Now, not later
Why- why wait up
Don't you want to be like Him now- huh player
Don't you want more than a form of godliness
So it's more than obvious that the Lord is not playing
Yeah, I know you like to match
So fresh so clean- hair right in tact
Fresh pair of blue jeans, not an ounce of fat
But I hope you got a life to match
Get back

Before Christ no change in me
But since Christ there's a change in me
Let Him turn you around
I'm not the man that I used to be
Don't think like I used to think
Let Him turn you around

I used to get high in a room at high noon
But I now spit for the most high on iTunes
See how our different lives come together- it so cool
To do it with a dude that didn't shoot a chrome tool
I remember them days I was anti-social
Configuring a plan to get your auntie's social
But as young man you could say I was postal
Doing dirt in the hood? Everybody's supposed ta'
I used to think: "God only helps those who help themselves"
I translated that- to helping myself to wealth
Everybody had a hustle and mine was money
40-grand on a Rolley- yeah, crime was money
When the law came around talking time and punny
People nick' an' diming it for me suddenly they got funny
You know- sin was my name stitched in the headrest
But Christ bled then He rose from the bedrest
Switched everything I listened to in headsets
Transformed and reborn with a dead flesh
Yes