V.1

Ayo peep game, what is a discreet transition?

And do you know the meaning of complete admission?

Or live among the creeps where the streets meet prison

Spit it for them thugs selling drugs for their children

No I don't condone the way of life that you living

But keep in mind that Christ came for the sick ones

A thin line between being thugs and a victim

Satan's always saying, this one I'ma stick him

I get alotta heat when I preach to the choir

It's off to the streets where I preach the Messiah

Speak to them peeps holding heat that'll fire

And let 'em know that God is the Lifе like Japhia

Crips and the Bloods, evеry pimp in the club

The tricks getting dubs, I'ma hit you with love

I pray that you don't get confused by the genre

Coz most people get intimidated by the Father

V.2

That's why you hardly ever see a thug at the altar

So I'ma introduce you to the Finisher and Author

This Man died for the prince and the pauper

Blood from His eyes was the gift that He offered

Though He gave it up, like a sheep He was slaughtered

A brother named John baptized Him in water

But back to the cross where His death was in order

He suffocated, pondering your sons and your daughters

Read it for yourself coz it's written like a thesis

This isn't religion, it's relationship with Jesus

Proof that I have is a mass of believers

People always Butt-Heads with us like Beavus

Brooklyn to Buckhead, L.A. to Asia

You're a dead man walking till the Lord God saves you

You may not know Him but He's far from a stranger

Three Wise Men brought gold to His manger

Now He sits high on His throne in the kingdom

Whoever needs more information, you can bring them

V.3

Ayo bring me the weak huddled masses ...

I really don't know who their speech is for

The statue of Liberty is not in the Bible

And when I think about it, it reminds me of an idol

Christ is the Way and the Truth and the Light

So because you don't believe, doesn't mean it isn't right

Look what the world done did to our Christmas

To make you think it's all about gifts and a wishlist

Street gospel, you don't need to look further

I'm near the finish line on the back of a turtle

Seeing everybody that's around me speeding

Get your guns ready, I ain't never gon' leave Him

You can guarantee that you won't be bleeding

I'm playing for it, what you got, odds or evens?