Da T.r.u.t.h. - Price Tag lyrics

[Hook:] We're trying to show them that for Christ we live Help 'em understand for Christ we die Man the cost is high (high) You gon' say ya good byes Cause part of you gon' have to die Yeah, the cost is high [x2] The God man is came, I'm trying to help 'em understand this thing How we lift Him up and stand for His standards man He's running this thing and if you wanna run with the King Then it's gon' be some giving up of some things For some who ain't with the Son it might sound like something insane But for us who living it, we loving this thing The Spirit tucked in our frames His love flowing through the blood in our veins Finishing the race pays off like we was running for change Since we've been saved that's our steelo But it ain't nothing in me bro When they see me they call me crazy, like I was Cee-Lo He humbled us; put us under the One like we was zero But we don't flee, we gon' seek to please Him Is we gon leave, No No we live and die for the Father Making disciples, recycling Christ His light is inside us Holla, we see the price that He was willing to pay The true cost followed the Father even into the grave Yeeaaaa [Hook] Black tie, black suit welcome to my funeral 29 years in this life and I gotta few to go Long as I live I'm a die, it's unusual Couple ways in which I die and I want you to know I love Sean's line, seen hot baby phat Won't wear Sean John, won't see that on my lady's back No I ain't gon' blind, won't stare at a ladies back Side when she's going by, rib like baby back Yes sir I'm gon die like 1980's rap Older in the faith now, outgrown Baby Gap But some of what I struggled with is internal The kind of stuff that you only write in journals The kind of stuff that'll injure you That's why I got certain channels on my television blocked Plus I let some friends go, got up out that fish bowl Even though I hurt knee deep inside, man I know I gotta die [Hook] I know some, dudes that are Christians that produce for the wicked And I know some musicians that use their gift in the church But the same musicians that use their gift in the church Produce and play for the wicked, but they call it work And they try to justify and say that it's just a job But that's the customized line, that they use to compromise Just adjust the knob on your radio Here we go, another song a saint produced Is producing lust and lies It's another side to the coin, I know you know where I'm going This is bigger than trying to stay employed And I'm so convinced that's it's more Cause if these same producers were writers, they wouldn't write for Playboy O boy, I know I sound kinda stern But if they majored in communications they wouldn't work for Howard Stern I know they're more concerned about the dollars earned Then they all God's glory I ain't talking outta turn When you help the same people that's working against the Kingdom You ain't taking it back by force, you making matters worse And they all try to get off by saying I ain't the star It's like saying I ain't robbed the bank man I just drove the car You ain't gotta shoot the ball to put points on the board All you gotta do is pa** to help the other team score So even if you on the board you still guilty as charged On that tour, by the way God didn't open that door [Hook]