(feat. Thi'sl)


[Chorus- X2]

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 One - Flame and Thi'sl]

Flame: A yo

The I, I see our generation 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 hard

He called us forth, and visit our spiritual grave yard Father


[Chorus- X2]

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 Two - Flame]

We're the Christians that witness out on the front line

And if we losin' our breath its not from runnin' from one time

It's from grindin' shinin' and spitin' bars of truth

Exhaustin' our whole heart to school yards of youth

Feel like I'm fastin' cuz dirty I ain't ate in a while

We been preachin' while heathens are fakin' a smile

They not happy knowin' your daddy is locked up

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' ya block up

We spit Jesus dirty for more reasons than one

Cuz time is leakin' even more of 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 one life for real

And since we all gotta die hope I die in the field


[Chorus- X2]

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 Three - Thi'sl]

No doubt fam where I stand with the team

I'm a runnin' back the head coach Christ the King

John 1 shows us how Christ esteems

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 my eyes have seen some scarier things

But we take it to the streets because they need the truth

Break bread and fellowship and go and feed the truth

Drop seeds and intercede that they heed the truth

Edify and strengthen them so they don't leave the truth

Flame fam I'd bleed for you- but that goes without sayin'

Cause I know Christ He breathes through you

No doubt what we came to do, what we about to do

Hit the roof tops and shout the truth


[Chorus- X2]

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