Da' T.R.U.T.H. - Truth lyrics

Verse 1:
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...

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

Verse 2:
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.


Verse 3:
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 passed 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 embarrassed 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.