Talk to the public & every reformed individual.
Watch'em work on their image & pretend to ignore the physical.
Locals wanna be famous & hustlers wanna be drug lords.
Text message to the kids; skip class & work on ya thug score.
Its like the world has lost its Virtue to testosterone.
Cause paps is leaving his responsibility to a foster home.
So we live like cowards in some kind of clueless coma.
Spendin every conscious second lookin over your shoulder.
We walk with a gun, why cant we walk with a faith...
...fear no man but God, preach the gosple & live His good grace.
Remember how you use to burry ya guilt, an agreed favourite.
The Lord says, "confess ya sin to God & He'll creamate it."
But we talk with a slang, instead of speak with a faith.
Thinking we know whats best, when Angel's keeping us safe.
A solo testimony cant be trusted, but be damned like a leak.
You swear you pray daily, but ya still glorifying the jam of the week.
Stand on your feet & tell the One you were gonna pray...
...its just you were busy yesterday & you didnt know today was Judgement Day.
