I feel like we very afraid man we fear what they say
How they going to hate us if we fail to keep them areas gray
They telling us to put our weapons down, and bury them blades
Even our peers tell us not to get too carried away
Now I'm afraid to speak out against gays marrying gays
And I'm so slow to be vocal, 'cause they going to say that I'm loco
And they going to say that I'm judgmental, then they going to throw a low blow
Like I'm behind the times and should be in a home like the old folks
I promise you homey I ain't so slow poke
I know what's going on and I ain't moving in slow mo' {uh}
I like Bono, high society's fine
And I ain't' get a problem with Christians trying to be wise
Or making good music and spitting quality rhymes
I guess I got a problem with Christians trying to hide
You used to be a prophet, but now you trying to be signed
Dag, you done scribbled out all the lines that divide
And I can't be too surprised, it's just a sign of the times
If you just give me a moment, I'm trying to balance these lines
'Cause I think we could use both
Hold on. Break bads
This ain't about me taking jabs at the latest fads
Now this about all my youngins and the questions they ask
Like "I'm a Christian rapper now, can I wear my name tag?"
Bottom line, you got freedom. I ain't trying to make the law
It's whatever, just don't try to make us all take it off
'Cause if the label kills my career, then I take the loss
And I ain't trying to fight you man, this is just table talk
{Yeah man. let go. uh}
This is the best and the worst time for the church
More units, more prime time putting in work {uh}
More music, more dimes dropping down in our purse {uh}
More opporuntities, now the gift and the curse
We in reverse, they want to lull us to sleep
And they hate the church, they want to put us at _ease_
Cause if we can just relax, then they can relax laws
And then they can blackball us whenever we try to speak
And I'm like, "how come they can say whatever they think?"
Whenever we try to stand, I feel like we trying to sneak
Funny 'cause y'all be callin' that wise
I call it the spirit of compromise
I call it fear to admit you on the side
Let all His enemies scatter and let God arise {uh}
The God of War! {uh}
The Lord of Hosts! {uh}
He ain't' behind, He got His thumb on the pulse {uh}
I sit down at the round table to talk
They like "We got a army.", I'm like "We got a hulk!"
The God who sees, He going to vindicate us!
Can't let the world of entertainers intimidate us
Cause they inundate with poison, then the generations
We drink it up without thinking what happens minutes later {uh}
Man {it's} death {that's why} we speak life
And we trust that our God is with us when we fight {shhh}
The battle ain't ours, to be precise
I'm really hoping for boldness in the name of Jesus Christ
{Yeah man, I promise you I'm almost done. just stay with me. uh}
The key is remaining sober in the days of Noah
They winning now, but there comes a time when they reign is over
When they bubble going to pop like a case of soda
And we get to run home with the bases loaded
Stand fast! Stand fast in these last days!
Hold on to the Word of God when the masses hate
And keep fighting with combinations like a crack safe
And let God be true, that's the mandate. {shhh}
