(feat. Karan Sabir)


[Chorus]

You, in the Maybach

Laid back with the wave cap

Make your way back home

You, in the Von Dutch

Louis Vuittoned up

Girl, your times up- come back home

You, with the corn rows and the long fros

Lookin' all swole, come back home

You, pretty princess

In the pink dress with the pink vest come back home


[Verse One]

I represent a people that fell through the cracks

Their creative- you can tell it from the wealth of their raps

They gotta story

Which some are known to tell on their backs

Or through graffiti

Others use music and tell it through wax

Take it back

I would cause those are relevant facts

But that was back when we were midgets on a elephant's back

But today we're the elephants that

Other people wanna stand on

We're no longer still in the back

But problems have emerged like the sellin' of crack

Kids'll put a shell in a gat

Then put a shell in your back

And there's a gap between Hip-Hop and the church

Leavin' them stranded like a rescue team stop to a search

But now it's on

That era's gone a new era's born

They never met Christ

They only met Farrakhan

Well it's changing cause now we're pickin' up the pieces

Expect to see the ecclesia givin' ya to Jesus


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[Verse Two]

We're all apart of the original fall away

In Adam we all fall and y'all it was all the way

Yeah we're lost

But the message of the cross has been bearin' fruit

But only seems to be for lost souls wearin' suits

Back in the day when my Pop's was growing up

Saved or not on Sunday your hind parts was showin' up

Forget it you headed directly to the steeple

Church was on and poppin' especially for the Negro

But today, Hip-Hop's got new affinities

Money, power, and sex, and a lot of new trinities

Church or the club?

They'll chose club life quickly

Look, you can find them in the club like 50

As for ushers I've seen theirs

He dances without a shirt and the guy screams, "Yeah"

Plus they get to see Lil' Jon

It's ludacris if you think you're gonna see them read a little John


[Verse Three]


Peep God's people- called out of evil

We do more than hang under a steeple

Meet the lethal adversary call it the flesh

A new status but a body with old habits- all of it meshed

All with no rest we fight

Can't just do what we please

We're like kids and sin's like the new Chuck E. Cheese

So, we strive to give him all not just 10 %

Cause we're called to live life different not influenced

Instead we influence things

Been convinced sin ruins things

No longer them sensual beings

So it's gonna be tight

And it's on every night

But if loving sin is wrong, we wanna be right

So each morning we fight and tell the body relax

Don't feed the flesh and you watch how the body reacts

We've gotta read Acts cause it's an all out war

Kind of thing that you've got to be called out for


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