Listen Up

V.1
It ain't nothing like a kick and a snare that'll cave your chest in
Except being saved and raised from death man
Me and my whole crew owed a major debt when
The Creditor credited the whole payment debt plan
Got up in my head like the rays of CAT scans
I'm bugged that Christ died but from the grave a cat scrammed
Now we want to praise and rep Him, who sits on the throne
Took on bone, paved the way, let's bless Him
The kid got picked and God gave a second birth
Had to occur since the first was less than adequate
Adam bit, Adam made a mess when sin swept us up
And death becomes the ... dust pan
And we all went so the daily effects can be seen
In everything from AIDS to back cramps
From the way we age to death, can be considered
100% accurate, it aims and yep blam!

I don't mean to be so violent but we talking bout sin and death

Sin and death they're bols (boys)
That's for sure, you can say they're best friends
Can't beat them bols if you played your best hand
On our best day we're a mess man
God's not pleased just like me when Sprint displays their best plans
This is not the kind of weight you lay on Rap fans
I only do it coz I love the way it happens
To usher in the cross and the way that that spans
The gap between us and God, that's grace, let's clap hands

V.2
As I walk through the streets my antenna's are raised up
I see all the beef and all the people that's blazed up
Girls got the bodies to slay us, you gotta be godly
And in the face of those bodies, gotta be prayed up
And must be determined to turn when a girl displays
What her mama gave her coz you know mama gave em a (hey bro)
You know the deal is for real but I know a Savior
Who'll save us from the presence of sin, one day He'll say nuff
For now we're in the barber shop, they're killing the shape ups
Dudes chilling but wait not feeling the Savior
A chaser, the world's got em feeling that paper
Want money sky high so they build em a scraper
It's a digital age so the kids are just raised up
To sit, video games just killing their brains but
Nobody wants to read black print on a paper
Rather click and drag, surf, or be ...
Or get hooked up and make mad men wanna date her
But please let me introduce myself
I'm nobody tryna tell everybody
About a Somebody who can save anybody
In the lobby, in the store, or at the mall
I'm headed for the cross, I'm beginning at the Fall
I'm looking for Nicodemus, a women at the well
I'm in Philly so maybe I'll meet a women at the Bell
We can talk liberty, we'll talk and then I'll tell her
Of a God that doesn't wanna toss us into hell

V.3
The rest of what I wanna say I say to the Christians
If you've truly been saved you know who paid your admission
He took your place, put a little grace in your system
You took the grace, you should take His ways and His mission
The greatest commission is to play your position
Develop people who are diesel, who obey what is written
That's just new prescriptions and plus you submitting
To the 1 that's got a patent on life like new inventions
Lord gimme some bols that are able to listen
Our mission will be fishing but give Satan the swift hand
Keep him at bay, the day that we slip man
That lion is swift, his grip is able to rip man
But You're the Lord, Jesus Christ, ain't no if and's
Or maybe, he gets crushed on the day when Your fist lands
You're a King, You're a Lord, You're a good Friend
You got a good plan, I've tasted others and it's bland
The world's sinking in a quicksand, thinking that they're
Walking on their own, they don't know You loaned a kickstand
I pray that this land will put faith in this Man
Who rocked nails to the place where we rock the wristbands
If it's rhyming you like, take a listen
I can keep rhyming all night, what good is it fam?
For you to die without Christ, even the hood is His and
Even the hood will die if they're not in the book of His Lamb