Da T.r.u.t.h. - Truth lyrics

Believe it or not y'all there's blessedness in brokenness Sometimes I feel like Jacob baby with a broken hip And a changed name I don't mind writing with a broken wrist Long as I'm broken He can use me to promote the gift Free of charge extended to all who put their faith in Christ The kind of faith that placed Abraham's name in lights And gave his descendants Joshua and Caleb the right The enter the promised land and conquer the Canaanites Ain't it right, in life we're all dealt a deck of cards Play them right and eternal life in heaven is yours Day and night we sense the need to put our knees to the floor Pray to Christ who takes black souls and paints them white Ain't it right we worship Christ Jesse' seed and root The world takes the expressway we take the scenic route Sweet aromas until the world comes to eat the fruit And the Bread of life we rep Christ until they say yo he's the Truth Let's get it... [Hook:] We gone spit the truth-We gone speak the truth We gone give out the truth-We gone live out the truth Please know that the truth of God is not a lie The truth of God won't be compromised Know it's the truth We spit like this 'cause Christ deserves honor and glory Man is proud and haughty God is the light men love the night like a pajama party He's the boss I'm an employee Working for him loving, living for him until you and I'm in glory Until then well be chasing the king, we've tasted and seen God is like that, yea we sweating him like when your getting chased in a dream We say were redeemed yo we play on his team While Satan's clique rolls with Satan's regime steady chasing the cream We tell the world their sinners but they say it's the genes (But we don't buy that) keeping our face in his stream 'Cause we found that all that all men are sinners since Adam ate from the tree Now pump your fist if your eagerly waiting to see him And your hiding under his shadow with your face in His wings We say light, light, life, life, right, right, Christ, Christ These are just a few of our favorite things. [Hook] We're under God's economy with our eyes on the cross that's a metonymy God put me on the track to run the race then pa**ed the baton to me So we can roll like troops in boots speaking from rooftops Tube socks up to our knees like dudes from D.C. While dudes do for T.V. what they won't do for God They love the planet and everything in it, that's scuballa We scuba dive for lost souls that are rude to God Like uh, pardon me I'm trying to live life here can you scoot to the side But we gone hold it down for Jesus we're gospel activist prone, your back at the throne Therefore, we're not embarra**ed to roam the planet with Bibles in hand Even from Athens to Rome in the catacombs Digging in the dirt and extracting the bones of Christians Who endured, decided to stand on the stone We're standing up strong even when our parents ain't home Now picture that leave your cameras at home His characters shown through Scripture accurately and it's not a caricature holmes. [Hook]