(feat. Thi'sl)[Chorus- X2]Dawg the truth a travelWhen we spit get a grip like boots and gravelWe bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof topsFrom the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks[Verse One - Flame and Thi'sl]Flame: A yoThe I, I see our generation is fallenSick like Mardi Gras and we don't live in New OrleansReal like '95 when bloods and crips was bangin'When my homie said "Flame forget school I'm slangin'"Thi'sl: They skip school they banginRoc choppin' and slangin', posted up they hangin'Till he hit wit a bangaFlame: Now he's covered in blood but not the blood of ChristHis ice is bloody and not even his diamonds shineThi'sl: His soul is lifted, the sad part he wasn't giftedWith the gift of life through Christ we're givenFlame: STOP! Better yet go straight to the crossThe cross of Christ who came just to quicken the lost listenThi'sl: The word says He's the judge of the quick and the deadThe healing hands that restores us we sick in the headFlame: Bless the one that bled, when our hearts were hardHe called us forth, and visit our spiritual grave yard Father[Chorus- X2]Dawg the truth a travelWhen we spit get a grip like boots and gravelWe bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof topsFrom the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks[Verse Two - Flame]We're the Christians that witness out on the front lineAnd if we losin' our breath its not from runnin' from one timeIt's from grindin' shinin' and spitin' bars of truthExhaustin' our whole heart to school yards of youthFeel like I'm fastin' cuz dirty I ain't ate in a whileWe been preachin' while heathens are fakin' a smileThey not happy knowin' your daddy is locked upHe snorted so much coke his nose is stopped upYa mommy got knocked up, ya homie got chopped upYet he still poppin' them rocs and you throwin' ya block upWe spit Jesus dirty for more reasons than oneCuz time is leakin' even more of a reason to runCall me Flame cuz my temperature's 209I feel the fire preachin' Jesus before we run outta timeIt's one Christ one hope one life for realAnd since we all gotta die hope I die in the field[Chorus- X2]Dawg the truth a travelWhen we spit get a grip like boots and gravelWe bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof topsFrom the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks[Verse Three - Thi'sl]No doubt fam where I stand with the teamI'm a runnin' back the head coach Christ the KingJohn 1 shows us how Christ esteemsWe champions now through Him despite the ringLike Aragon He comin' back like "Return of the King"Like Sam I'm walkin' with Flame to carry the ringOpposin' squad hate to come through and bury your dreamsBut like John man my eyes have seen some scarier thingsBut we take it to the streets because they need the truthBreak bread and fellowship and go and feed the truthDrop seeds and intercede that they heed the truthEdify and strengthen them so they don't leave the truthFlame fam I'd bleed for you- but that goes without sayin'Cause I know Christ He breathes through youNo doubt what we came to do, what we about to doHit the roof tops and shout the truth[Chorus- X2]Dawg the truth a travelWhen we spit get a grip like boots and gravelWe bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof topsFrom the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Thi'sl)[Chorus- X2]Dawg the truth a travelWhen we spit get a grip like boots and gravelWe bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof topsFrom the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks[Verse One - Flame and Thi'sl]Flame: A yoThe I, I see our generation is fallenSick like Mardi Gras and we don't live in New OrleansReal like '95 when bloods and crips was bangin'When my homie said "Flame forget school I'm slangin'"Thi'sl: They skip school they banginRoc choppin' and slangin', posted up they hangin'Till he hit wit a bangaFlame: Now he's covered in blood but not the blood of ChristHis ice is bloody and not even his diamonds shineThi'sl: His soul is lifted, the sad part he wasn't giftedWith the gift of life through Christ we're givenFlame: STOP! Better yet go straight to the crossThe cross of Christ who came just to quicken the lost listenThi'sl: The word says He's the judge of the quick and the deadThe healing hands that restores us we sick in the headFlame: Bless the one that bled, when our hearts were hardHe called us forth, and visit our spiritual grave yard Father[Chorus- X2]Dawg the truth a travelWhen we spit get a grip like boots and gravelWe bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof topsFrom the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks[Verse Two - Flame]We're the Christians that witness out on the front lineAnd if we losin' our breath its not from runnin' from one timeIt's from grindin' shinin' and spitin' bars of truthExhaustin' our whole heart to school yards of youthFeel like I'm fastin' cuz dirty I ain't ate in a whileWe been preachin' while heathens are fakin' a smileThey not happy knowin' your daddy is locked upHe snorted so much coke his nose is stopped upYa mommy got knocked up, ya homie got chopped upYet he still poppin' them rocs and you throwin' ya block upWe spit Jesus dirty for more reasons than oneCuz time is leakin' even more of a reason to runCall me Flame cuz my temperature's 209I feel the fire preachin' Jesus before we run outta timeIt's one Christ one hope one life for realAnd since we all gotta die hope I die in the field[Chorus- X2]Dawg the truth a travelWhen we spit get a grip like boots and gravelWe bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof topsFrom the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks[Verse Three - Thi'sl]No doubt fam where I stand with the teamI'm a runnin' back the head coach Christ the KingJohn 1 shows us how Christ esteemsWe champions now through Him despite the ringLike Aragon He comin' back like "Return of the King"Like Sam I'm walkin' with Flame to carry the ringOpposin' squad hate to come through and bury your dreamsBut like John man my eyes have seen some scarier thingsBut we take it to the streets because they need the truthBreak bread and fellowship and go and feed the truthDrop seeds and intercede that they heed the truthEdify and strengthen them so they don't leave the truthFlame fam I'd bleed for you- but that goes without sayin'Cause I know Christ He breathes through youNo doubt what we came to do, what we about to doHit the roof tops and shout the truth[Chorus- X2]Dawg the truth a travelWhen we spit get a grip like boots and gravelWe bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof topsFrom the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks
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