[Chorus]

We (are) on duty- we (are) on them same old blocks

Different but look the same like plain clothes cops

On duty- yeah, we (are) some plain old pots

But you can find a treasure in us where the rainbow stops


[Verse One]

We thank God for the faith of the elders

That came up in the time of Martin Luther the King and the great Elvis

They ain't shelf us- held us up on their shoulders

Told us how to live godly- so all the people that trail us

Can truly testify that before God rested our eyes

We invested our lives- so for the rest our lives

It's gonna look like we (are) dressed in disguise

But the treasure's inside

And it's a pot of gold

Most of our peers think that God is old- just the man upstairs

Partly because we keep our God on the low

So they can't see how our God is involved in our human affairs

Yeah- yeah but since we're the saints

We gotta be mindful of the picture we paint

So every picture they take

They get snapshots of Holy Spirit filled Christians that got victory

Ain't


[Chorus]


[Verse Two]

We thank God for the faith of the older

Saints that have showed us the ropes

Holding us close to shape and mold us

They ain't despise, refined us looking for ways to remind us

Of the mind of God- so now when we look behind us

It's an army of saints

Young dudes broadcasting their faith

I'm forecasting by faith

Cause I'd like to see more of the people of God

Like the Latter Day Saints

Black tie, trench coat and a tag with their names

Or, the JWs, at the door before the Saturday games

Listen- you can't miss em- you know 'em

Probably diss em- you blow 'em off in a second

They show us up with a presence that's public

They ain't impressed with the public

And I ain't trying to give them more credit than what they deserve

But, even if what they believe is wrong

They got a faith that you can reach with your arm

We're being called


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[Bridge]

We (are) on duty- which simply means to be on call

To be alert, to be watchful, to be on guard

We (are) on duty- that's why we walk through the mall

With our spiritual sensitivities up to par


We (are) on duty- from the block to the walls

Of the barbershop where the talk is not godly at all

We (are) on duty- it's not Christian at all

So we duck every time the wicked try to pitch us the ball


They can't catch us involved- cause you know you're a shade

From the pencil in the picture that's drawn

Of His character, if you care about the picture at all

With each photo, we show the world depictions of God

In every context they find us- catch us involved

Being normal, being cordial- stitching the raw

Materials of faith and our culture when Christians resolve

That spreading the fame of Christ is our mission of course


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