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V.1
Kinda can tell from my birth
That the Designer of hell and the earth
Designed this rhymer to tell of His worth
Scooped from regular dirt
Born in a city with regular hurts
Christ inserted, now I'm saved and I'm better at work
I'm part of a breed of people that see Jesus as a King
Doing His thing in spite of the evil
He takes the unlikely people, rightly destined for flames
He'll clean someone just like me from out of buses and trains
Now official warners are chilling on different corners
Warning people to flee from the wrath that'll give em drama
Some will wanna be hard and front coz they don't want Him
But others will wanna be responders and give Him honor
Ever since death got beat like a drummer
Things are looking brighter like days before the Fall like the summer!
That's why I'mma be more than a rhymer
I'mma grind till the time when I meet the Lord of the genre!

V.2
I didn't grow up in a sweet little habitat
I grew up rapping in them streets where it happens at
Two hours south of where the Statue of Liberty pose
Who would of known this culture was growing right up under her nose
Our clothes, the way our speech flows, these aren't normal
At twelve years old I studied these art forms close
These are cats from the same place that I came from
I never thought that I'd be rocking on top of the same drums
But as a changed one, serving as a sign
By divine design, it was time for a change to come
I feel like Paul, writing to his pen pals
Like you can tell that I've been sent out to the Gentiles
And God's been so strategic in His ploy
Ten years old I was rocking the Beastie Boys
Two years later I found a tape on the ground
Big Daddy Kane and EPMD? Now I'm down
Three years later I found a faith that resounds
Now I'm a propagator of the grace that abounds
Chorus:
How can they call on someone they haven't heard of? How can they hear, unless someone preach?
How can they preach, unless someone sends them?
So here I am Lord, send me

V.3
I'm dipping through the night, got my light on
Holy Spirit-filled, carbon-based lifeform
Got my sight on, aimed on the target
Same game, same market
Same flame, gotta spark it
It's the same old same, lane on lane, pain on pain
Urban life, still the same strain on brains
The streets are still full of plenty Abel and Cain's
And the Cain's still only after what they able to gain!
Fast-lane, now I'm driven like the Autobahn, no limit
Our God got us running marathons, we in it
Whether we believe it or not
Whether MTV, BET or radio slot
We can't stop, we determined, we survive like vermin
Whether above service or underground and deserted
We take advantage of standards that keep us branded
As Hip-hoppers devoted to God for the sake of the planet
While some panic and others take it for granted
It's true the world is Hip-hop enchanted
But let none get stressed, no one fret
But watch God get glory and dwell in Hip-hop flesh!
V.4
To all my would-be listeners please understand my position
As a prisoner of the gospel and my name's been written in the Lamb's Book of Life
And my mission is to give em the press
Till the men will see the rest of life and switch it up
I'm not ashamed of my change, to call His name or proclaim
I've been bought by the Son (really that's my thing)
I see a culture and a genre that could bring Him honor
But we rather gather street cred with the fake future that we're promised
A way out but in fact that's way out yonder
I rally the squad, we look to God the Father and honor
What He's done, what He's doing, what He will do and follow
The King who will bring us straight in to tomorrow
So with mic in hand, word in heart and vision made clear
We serve Christ and use Hip-hop to help men hear