| I did this track for the Church
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| Everybody talking about they living it dawg
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| But we need to see it
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| Aye I’m not ashamed this 116
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| My crew cliqued up 40 deep with this
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| Repentant sinners who were called and cleansed
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| Through the blood-stained banner my recompence
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| Out of love for my Lord Who I represent
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| From the island of Samoa to the blocks and the bricks
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| To the dudes in the gang with the rocks on their wrists
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| With the Glocks on their hip while they popping their clips
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| But dawg it’s the people dying for lack of this information
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| I pray that everybody would flock to the Rock of Ages
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| Especially when they find out we serve a God that’s so gracious
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| But ain’t nobody talking to brother when sin-complacent
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| Born in sin we all is dawg, like Adam we falling dawg
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| Yet and still He’s callin' dawg, and sometimes we be stalling dawg
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| You run like an athlete, in a track meet and the packed heat
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| When it’s packed deep like a back seat
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| You can catch me, like a taxi, on the back street
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| When the fact be, I’m a black sheep
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| But God chooses to save us mayne, pull us out and rep His name
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| Plus through Jesus He pleases to use us as His vessels mayne
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| Cats who wanna walk it and talk it, teach it and preach it
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| They love it, they live it, they’ll go to wherever to reach em
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| We kingdom people
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| We’re willing to repent and cats that will rep the Lord
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| Bondservants for His service who live to expect the Lord
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| We live to bless the Lord cause we confess the Lord
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| Truthfully all we ever needed was just the Lord
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| In the midst of this disaster bruh
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| He’s calling for ambassadors
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| To hit the strip with a clique
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| Spit truth on how He didn’t pass the cup
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| But how He took the wrath for us
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| And out of love He asked for us
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| But we ignore and pass Him up
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| For the life of the night that’s blasphemous
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| Despite the fact sin’s hazardous
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| Somehow it keeps on grabbing us
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| Attracting us, dig tracks in us
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| And before we know it, it masters us
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| Man how does this happen huh?
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| We never do plan on acting up
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| But could it you lacking love
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| For the Lord.
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| We’re in a war like Maximus
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| And discipline builds your character
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| The typical way we should live life
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| So men see Christ when they stare at ya
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| No hocus pocus, magic wands
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| No one cares you’re the pastor’s son
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| Persevere through trials of this life
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| That’s how we improve, pass it on
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| There’s no time to be complacent
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| Let hope be your motivation
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| That’s enough to spark a movement
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| Even in incarceration
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| On campus or in the hood
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| Stop limping off in the cut
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| Learn the word and spit it bruh
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| Man it’s time we step it up
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| Aye first thing first dawg Jesus lives
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| Heaven dawg you bet it’s real
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| Rep Him till we dead and still
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| Or at least until the next appeal
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| This is for my people in the church chilling
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| All my kingdom people stand up
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| Man its time we hold it down and live it
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| Come on dawg cause we Christians
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| Man there’s a war and we missing
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| We’re living slack on our mission
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| And if you knew your position
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| Dawg you’d be out representing
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| Holding your Bible and tract
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| Yelling revival is back
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| On the block, in the hood, boondocks
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| In the woods, in truth, not idiling back
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| Jesus He died for us dawg
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| Come on we gotta trust God
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| Peter was bold in the Spirit
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| And watched 3000 trust God
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| And that same Spirit we got Him
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| Let’s put the cross on the move
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| They should see more than our building
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| Let’s get up out of the pews
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| Hope this is God in your view
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| God’s with us, Emmanuel
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| If you with us, rep Him well
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| And if you not, time will tell
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| Dawg I don’t play with no fraud
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| Dawg I don’t play cause it’s hard
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| Rep His love, rep His grace
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| Shake this place now for the Lord |