I'm from the the inner city jungle

Scuffles and rumbles

Shots fly, cats tumble

When police come, nobody mumble

Or your gonna get yours

When you six feet deep

Your man a creep with your freak and hit yours

Flashback, T La Rock, It's yours

Jesus Christ is God and is Lord

Rock the whole armor of God, baby coz it's war

Armageddon, pick a side, choose a weapon

When the World Trade fell, we was all American

But now Americans see me as a threat again

White ladies clutching their purse, crossing the street

Black ladies rolling their eyes, sucking their teeth

Black brothers toting clocks, wanna pop me down

And of course the white man, wanna lock me down

But through Jehovah's Son, I will overcome racism

And while they cut education to make prison

My soul follows after Christ, spitting raps for Christ

Forever chilling in the afterlife

It's been a long time coming, what up dawg?

WE IN HERE

We ain't new to this thing, Hip-hop?

WE BEEN HERE

Look deep in the eyes, no fear

WE MEN HERE

Oh yeah

WE IN HERE

What? What?

WE IN HERE

Code red, emergency, buff you see the urgency

Till they leak burgundy, shot and needed surgery

New world starting, guns at night sparking

Hearts of men darkened, kids on milk cartons

And my purpose is, to disperse to kids

Exactly what type of earth this is

We got gangsters, mobsters, false prophet impostors

Smiley faced politicians drinking with their prostitute

If the world's really spun by loot

Cashless society, you're a slave to loot

God help me, everybody say, these cards they've been dealt me

Forced me to act this way

But He offered to deal you out another hand

Offered you the Son of Man

Blow away the pain like no other can

Christ the Solution, no substitution

Find one and I go back to gin and juicing

I'm bout the Blood Banner

Holy Ghost grammar

New York, L.A. and Alabama

With twenty ex-thugs singing Hosanna

If not for Jesus, where would I be? Soldier Bobby

Gotta make you understand, this is more than a hobby

Times slipping so I get to rhyme ripping

Hoping every line hitting somebody who feel their mind slipping

Can you calculate what you seeing?

God indwelling a human being

Then got me ripping and emceeing

So you wanna be a Rap star?

Spit murder and sex on the mic

You want the fame but not the death threats and stress in your life

You want the good without the bad

You want to keep it all hood

Then you screaming, why me, when you get stabbed

Preaching to rappers all I got

Everybody in the street wanna be Pac

But nobody wanna get shot

I spit Jehovah's mind, through Jehovah's rhymes, sip Jehovah's wine

A drunk man, speak a sober mind