FLAME, Thi’sl - Truth Travels lyrics

Dawg the truth a travel
When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel
We bout to take it to the streets
And scream from the roof tops
From the hood, to the burbs, to the booth
To the boondocks

Flame: A yo, This'I
I see our generation is fallen
Sick like Mardi Gras and we
Don't live in New Orleans
Real like '95 when bloods
And crips was bangin'
When my homie said "Flame
Forget school I'm slangin'"
Thi'sl: They skip school they bangin
Roc choppin' and slangin'
Posted up they hangin'
Till he hit wit a banga

Flame: Now he's covered in blood but
Not the blood of Christ
His ice is bloody and not
Even his diamonds shine

Thi'sl: His soul is lifted
The sad part he wasn't gifted
With the gift of life
Through Christ we're given

Flame: STOP! Better yet go
Straight to the cross
The cross of Christ who came just
To quicken the lost listen

Thi'sl: The word says He's the judge
Of the quick and the dead
The healing hands that restores us
We sick in the head

Flame: Bless the one that bled
When our hearts were hard
He called us forth
And visit our spiritual grave yard Father

Dawg the truth a travel
When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel
We bout to take it to the streets
And scream from the roof tops
From the hood, to the burbs, to the booth
To the boondocks

We're the Christians that witness out
On the front line
And if we losin' our breath it's
Not from runnin' from one time
It's from grindin' shinin' and
Spitin' bars of truth
Exhaustin' our whole heart to
School yards of youth
Feel like I'm fastin' cuz dirty I
Ain't ate in a while
We been preachin' while heathens
Are fakin' a smile
They not happy knowin' your
Daddy is locked up
He snorted so much coke his
Nose is stopped up ya mommy got knocked up
Ya homie got chopped up
Yet he still poppin' them rocs and
You throwin' ya block up
We spit Jesus dirty for more reasons than one
Cuz time is leakin' even more
Of a reason to run
Call me Flame cuz my temperature's 209
I feel the fire preachin' Jesus
Before we run outta time
It's one Christ one hope one life for real
And since we all gotta die hope
I die in the field

Dawg the truth a travel
When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel
We bout to take it to the streets
And scream from the roof tops
From the hood, to the burbs, to the booth
To the boondocks

No doubt fam where I stand with the team
I'm a runnin' back the head
Coach Christ the King
John 1 shows us how Christ esteems
We champions now through Him despite the ring
Like Aragon He comin' back like
"Return of the King"
Like Sam I'm walkin' with Flame
To carry the ring
Opposin' squad hate to come through
And bury your dreams
But like John man my eyes
Have seen some scarier things
But we take it to the streets
Because they need the truth
Break bread and fellowship and go
And feed the truth
Drop seeds and intercede that
They heed the truth
Edify and strengthen them so they
Don't leave the truth
Flame fam I'd bleed for you-
But that goes without sayin'
Cause I know Christ He breathes through you
No doubt what we came to do
What we about to do
Hit the roof tops and shout the truth

Dawg the truth a travel
When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel
We bout to take it to the streets
And scream from the roof tops
From the hood, to the burbs, to the booth
To the boondocks