Positive - Two Man Army Lyrics

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Positive - Two Man Army

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The clothes I’m wearing still have the charcoal grit of a life lived too fast and too far away. When I hear Positive spitting these bars, he isn’t handing me a pamphlet or some sanitized version of Sunday school. He’s talking about a war. That hits different when you’re someone who actually got chewed up by the world, someone who knows that the "prodigal" thing isn’t just a nice parable—it’s a messy reality of ruined years and bad decisions.

Positive drops this line: "This gospel ting nah pretty / 'member dem chop off the head of John the Baptist in the city."

That’s the kind of truth that actually sticks to your ribs. Most people want a savior who fits into a decorative frame on the wall, something that keeps their conscience quiet. But John the Baptist didn’t get a soft ending; he got a platter and a blade. If you’ve spent any time in the dirt, you know that following the Light doesn’t mean the shadows stop trying to swallow you. It means you just stop fearing the dark. When he says that, I don't hear a pop song. I hear someone saying that the cost of following is everything.

I used to think I could outrun my past. I used to think I could patch up the holes in my soul with whatever was lying around. Then there’s this other line: "I wanna make my election sure."

It’s an old phrase, pulled straight out of 2 Peter 1:10, but it lands like a gut punch. It’s not about being religious. It’s about standing in the wreckage of your own life and saying, "I am not going back to who I was." It’s an urgency that people who’ve never felt truly lost don’t always get. It’s the desperate, clawing need to be certain that the One who reached into the mud to pull me out is actually walking beside me.

Positive calls it a "two man army," him and Jesus. It sounds small, maybe even lonely to some folks, but to someone like me? It’s the only thing that makes sense. When you’ve burned your bridges, you don't need a crowd. You need the One who stood in the fire with you and didn't let you turn to ash.

I’m still dusting off the debris. I don't have it all figured out, and half the time, I’m just trying to keep my head down and stay on the path. But when the world starts pushing back, and the old voices start whispering, I remember that the army isn't about numbers. It’s about who’s leading the charge. And if He’s out front, the ride might be rough, it might even be dangerous, but it’s definitely not over. I’m just trying to keep my boots strapped tight.