Amba**ador - Rise Up lyrics

[Chorus] We're gon live this life We're gon live it right Not jus talk it but walk it Cause we're gon live for Christ We're gon hold it down Stone cold hold your ground All my soldiers RISE UP SPARK THE HOLY CULTURE BLAAW [2x] [The Amba**ador] You know this squad is a collection of artist Blessin our dad reguardless Of the fact that we're engulfed in this godless World that's spiritual broke like when folks are jobless No spiritual ear like when corn is cobless No spiritual sight, no optics No wonder spiritual life is hard to grasp like rice wit chopsticks We need our hearts fixed, pull out the heart kit If change is gonna come, God has to spark it We dont need another material object You need to be re-plugged back in to God, He's the socket We'll mediate on His law but won't exhuast it God'll take our hearts and carve it like Boston Market [Chorus] [The Amba**ador] Sin k**s like arsenic, God is pure But some can't stomach His cure like when you're car sick Dead right, you need a headlight you're headin for darkness Get Christ, you get life, you're dead as a carca** We're tellin men, you're sins are red as a carpet He jus won't forgive you, He'll turn your debt into profit You need to sweat Him and let Him get into the co*kpit Halt the "co-pilot" talk you need to stop it Man, you ain't in a benz, you're in the rocket Life's to heavy for you, you'll men will drop it We saw it fit, to take His path and walk it Was on a high horse but got knocked right off it Fought wit Christ, but we were forced to forfeit Had a towel, but we were forced to toss it Had ego, but thank God we lossed it Sin's signal was strong but thank God He crossed it [Chorus] [The Amba**ador] Oh, what a sight now, we're livin right now Use the sk**s til we put the mic down Check it yo, cause the flow is like a nightgown Rep Christ for life, so you know we got the right sound And though the world is godless We thank God that God has called us From bein ballas, and playas, and pimps and alcoholics Times are hard, but we must still run our hardest "Run like Forest", wit a limp, but we run regardless For His glory, we wanna be the flyest artist But because of what are vocals be, socially we may die as martyrs Might have to take flight and say our "Sayonara's" But that's alright, we're meetin Christ in the sky tomorrow So no more weed in us, no more Hennessey in us We've been freed, indeed, we've got His seed in us So while you're teasin us, He's gonna present us Faultless and blameless, cause He died for these sinners [Chorus]