[Chorus: Repeat 2X] If there is a final hour Let's hope for a higher power One by one and two by two I have ammo what about you Grandma told me the good book said In the last days get ready for the ten plagues First the rivers will be ran with red Two, three, and four dead frogs will cause lice and flies Sick livestock is five the living they must fight for their lives Six, seven, and eight a boil storms a fire and locusts Nine is darkness so dark it's hard for you to focus And ten is death of the firstborn If I said it was questionable the religions would make it a point To get at me and battle me maybe have this verse torn How will this curse form? Well creation is a bendarwinism{?} Been at it forever bout at it I got nothin' but hurt for 'em Cuz really nobody knows when you live then you die where your body goes If it's Hell or it's Heaven Six or the seven well I'll keep the nina for our be foes in a gamble That's what life is and it's hard to handle When the bible says worship this by the scriptures written by man though So when man destroys us the word might not stand so Till that day I'm just gon' protect my fam' with ammo [Chorus:] I've been looking for something supernatural for a long time now But I never got proof that a spiritual realm existed wanted to find how Everybody sure of a supreme being, are people just seeing things? Wondering if we get wings, seems sick to believe in an extreme king I know it sounds far fetched, every night I put knees on the carpet Then I pray to who's up with the star set 'Cuz the earth in its self is a target For destruction, for combustion 'Cuz there ain't too many you can trust in Think of all the women losing their husbands In Iraq a lot of killing and suffering What I hope for, seems folklore When the enemy kills and gloat more 'Cuz they killin' us off in this hoax war Then I wake up yellin' and my throats sore 'Cuz the fight's there, its a nightmare If it come to me I'm in my snipe wear If a bullet give my lung a slight tear I wanna believe that the light's there So all you Christians don't get mad at me I just hope that your mystical, magical miracle's workin' catastrophes And this ain't blasphemy, but artillery is my strategy I hope for a higher power when I look at all these tragedies [Chorus:] Oh what a miracle, angels and demons But the only miracle is that people keep believin' Right hand on the bible, left hand on my rifle Keep that for my rivals and evil disciples Expand your mission, man to women When they attack do you plan to give in Or do you do like I do and say praise the Lord and pass the ammunition People like us Piece and knife up 'Cuz we got evil to sweep and wipe up Devils and demons and humans, irrelevant If they lookin' deceiving I bust I hope that the higher power is watching over me 'Cuz we young people don't see faith like most the older see If he or she is listenin' A mere sign can spark me But if the laws in the Bible are bogus Then prepare for anarchy Worst case scenario is there never ever was a higher power So in the midst of chaos now The only real savior is fire power [Chorus:]