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Dawg the truth a travel/ When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel/ We bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof tops/ from the hood to the burbs to the booth to the boondocks

Verse 1
Flame: A yo The-I, I see our genration is fallen/ sick like Mardi Gras and we don't live in New Orleans/ real like '95 when bloods and crips was bangin'/ when my homie said "Flame forget school I'm slangin"/ Thi'sl: They skip school they bangin'/ roc choppin' and slangin'/ posted up they hangin' till he hit wit a banga/ Flame: Now he's covered in blood but not the blood of Christ/ his ice is bloody and not even his diamonds shine/ Thi'sl: His soul is lifted/ the sad part he wasn't gifted/ with the gift of life through Christ we're given/ Flame: STOP! Better yet go straight to the cross/ the cross of Christ who came just to quicken the lost/ listen Thi'sl: The word says He's the judge of the quick and the dead/ the healing hands that restores us we sick in the head/ Flame: Bless the one that bled/ when our hearts were hand/ he called us forth/ and visit our spiritual grave yard/ Father


Verse II
Flame: We're the Christians that witness out on the front line/ and if we losin' our breath it's not from runnin' from one time/ it's from grindin' shinin' and spitin' bars of truth/ exhaustin' our whole heart to school yars of youth/ feel like I'm fastin' cuz dirty I ain't aate in a while/ we been preachin' while heathens are fakin' smile/ they not happy knowin' your daddy is locked yo/ he snorted so much coke his nose is stopped up/ ya mommy got knocked up/ ya homie got chopped up/ yet he still poppin' them rocs and you throwin' you block up/ We spit Jesus dirty for more reasons than one/ cuz time is leakin' even more a reason to run. call me FLAME cuz my temperature's 209/ I feel the fire preachin' Jesus before we run outta time/ it's one Christ one hope life for real/ and since we all gotta die hope I die in the field


Verse III
Thi'sl: No doubt fam where I stand with the team/ I'm a runnin' back the head coach Christ the King John 1 show us how Christ esteemss/ we champions now through Him despite the ring/ like Aragon He comin' back like "Return of the King"/ Like Sam I'm walkin' with Flame to carry the ring/ opposin' squad hate to come through and bury your dreams/but like John man eyes have seen some scarier things/ but we take it to the streets because they need the truth/ drop seeds and intercede that they heed the truth/ edify and strenghten them so they don't leave the truth/ Flame fam I'd bleed for you/ but that goes without sayin' cause I know Cheiat He breathes through you/ no doubt what we came to do/ what we about to do/ hit the roof tops and shout the truth


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