Yeah... Blakk Pot pon the control...
It's a privilege... it's a privilege...
It is a privilege fi have mi breath, yes
When I deserve the sting a death
But You give mi hope, You give mi life
Pull mi from the struggle and the strife
Even though mi walk through valley dark
I refuse fi bow, I refuse fi mark
The fears a man, no, mi fear no evil
Mi God a mi shield, mi God a mi people
I will forever adore You, God (woi!)
Mi lift Your name above the fraud
I will praise Thy name, praise Thy name
Through the fire and through the rain
For the Lord is mi keeper, mi salvation
Mi guidance in every situation
I'm privileged fi have mi breath
Conquer death, conquer death... yeah!
Everyday count, every week gone by
Yet You remain holy, You nuh lie (mi seh!)
Through the sleepless night and weary dawn
Your mercy keep mi moving on
Mi nuh perfect, but You see mi through
The Blood a cover, make mi new
From the ghetto street to the palace throne
With You, mi God, mi nah go alone
I will forever adore You, God (riddim!)
Mi lift Your name above the fraud
I will praise Thy name, praise Thy name
Through the fire and through the rain
For the Lord is mi keeper, mi salvation
Mi guidance in every situation
I'm privileged fi have mi breath
Conquer death, conquer death... yeah!
Keeper of mi soul (aye!)
When di world cold, You a mi gold
Holy Keeper, never fold
The story of mi life is told
In Your grace, mi bold
Privilege... Privilege...
Everyday count... Every week gone...
Yet You are holy... holy...
Keeper... Mi keeper...
Blakk Pot... give thanks...
Yeah... Breathe... Yeah...