| Hey when they see ya boy, what’s they first impression?
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| Probably not a teen redeemed from the worst transgressions
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| That’s repented from the path of His first ancestors
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| Was cursed but since rebirth this person’s dressed in
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| The glorious righteousness of Christ
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| They probably think I’m on the stage cause I like the mic
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| Or like to get hype, but really I’m laid back main
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| But sometimes could lose my mind if you say that name
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| (Who?) Jehohah Jireh, my soul’s provider
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| Life without Him’s a contradiction like bein' poor with Prada
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| I done wrote a lot of flows, in my soul’s a fire
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| That shut up in my bones, ah my soul desire
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| Is for some slick guys to the know the Lord He died
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| But still the Son did rise like it was mornin' time
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| So if you think you fully satisfied with a vette with chrome
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| You better check yourself like playin' chess alone
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| I’m a stranger, is Earth really my residence? |
| Nope
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| I’m a alien and I can’t wait to rest at home
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| My dress ain’t always fresh to def I ain’t impressed with clothes
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| But Christ, He’s the key to life dog and death’s the door (and rebirth)
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| Since the moment I believed, my flesh was broke
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| Sin lost it’s control and death it’s hold
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| So maybe now you’ll understand and get up in ya brain
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| Why ya boy so young and unashamed
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| They don’t associate ya boy with Christ Jesus kid
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| Cause I got my hat cocked and my jeans is big
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| No suit and tie, tall tees and kicks
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| But you ain’t gotta be a geek to preach that Jesus lives
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| So it’s almost strange when they see me hit tha street blocks
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| Cause with my life I copy Christ like a Xerox
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| No heat cocked, I roll with the Lord and
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| With a team full of Saints like I play for New Orleans
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| We hold each other accountable when seekin sound doctrine
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| Through Christ we been found not guilty without Cochran
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| We kingdom people selected to rep His name
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| Forget bout cheddar main, Christ is the better thing
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| I don’t let no weapon hang, I don’t roll with thugs
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| That’s holdin drugs and spendin all they dough in clubs
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| I roll with a gang of believers that’s crazy for Jesus
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| That’s saved from the flames and unashamed of His teachings
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| Cats be like, «You just a baby, how you know about the Lord?»
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| To know Jehovah at His core we had to open up our swords
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| We read His word on a daily, His inspired text
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| And submit to the Spirit dog, we died to flesh
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| I confess, they tell us that our youth is bein wasted
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| Instead of jewels up in a bracelet, we speak truth each time we make hits
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| So maybe now it’s stuck up in ya brain
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| Why the 116 is so young and unashamed
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| Cats don’t really understand, they think I lost my mind
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| They hood on they back, but I rock a cross on mine
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| Walk with Christ in light, blood bought plus I’m
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| Not dark as night, I’m light because I sought His shine
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| I was livin' for today, was always caught in crimes
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| Bout guilty as O.J., my talk and walk declined
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| The Boss of time and space, but I put that to rest man
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| I saw my old life, it wasn’t right like my left hand
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| Now He orders my steps and with Him is how I walk bro
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| Got off the highway to Hell and I took the cross roads
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| Now I’m walkin with Christ, what beautiful thing
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| It’s cooler than fame, more precious than jewelry and chains
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| Most think God is just old school like Kool and the Gang
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| They wanna be like Jeezy, Jay-Z and Ludacris main
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| But I’m here today to say that if you want a greater day
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| Don’t fade away, cling to Christ and His amazing savin grace
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| If you a Christian who accepted the King and you clean
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| We gotta move, the Lord is pleased when we play on His team
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| I hope young believers understand, I pray it’s in ya brain
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| If we love the Lord we must be young and unashamed |