[Chorus x2]
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Dawg the truth a travel
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When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel
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We bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof tops
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From the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks
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[Verse One: Flame and Thi'sl]
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[Flame:] A yo
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The I, I see our generation is fallen
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Sick like Mardi Gras and we don't live in New Orleans
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Real like '95 when bloods and crips was bangin'
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When my homie said "Flame forget school I'm slangin'"
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[Thi'sl:] They skip school they bangin
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Roc choppin' and slangin', posted up they hangin'
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Till he hit wit a banga
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[Flame:] Now he's covered in blood but not the blood of Christ
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His ice is bloody and not even his diamonds shine
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[Thi'sl:] His soul is lifted, the sad part he wasn't gifted
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With the gift of life through Christ we're given
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[Flame:] STOP! Better yet go straight to the cross
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The cross of Christ who came just to quicken the lost listen
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[Thi'sl:] The word says He's the judge of the quick and the dead
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The healing hands that restores us we sick in the head
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[Flame:] Bless the one that bled, when our hearts were hard
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He called us forth, and visit our spiritual grave yard Father
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[Chorus x2]
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Dawg the truth a travel
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When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel
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We bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof tops
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From the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks
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[Verse Two: Flame]
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We're the Christians that witness out on the front line
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And if we losin' our breath its not from runnin' from one time
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It's from grindin' shinin' and spitin' bars of truth
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Exhaustin' our whole heart to school yards of youth
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Feel like I'm fastin' cuz dirty I ain't ate in a while
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We been preachin' while heathens are fakin' a smile
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They not happy knowin' your daddy is locked up
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He snorted so much coke his nose is stopped up
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Ya mommy got knocked up, ya homie got chopped up
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Yet he still poppin' them rocs and you throwin' ya block up
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We spit Jesus dirty for more reasons than one
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Cuz time is leakin' even more of a reason to run
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Call me Flame cuz my temperature's 209
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I feel the fire preachin' Jesus before we run outta time
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It's one Christ one hope one life for real
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And since we all gotta die hope I die in the field
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[Chorus x2]
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Dawg the truth a travel
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When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel
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We bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof tops
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From the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks
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[Verse Three: Thi'sl]
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No doubt fam where I stand with the team
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I'm a runnin' back the head coach Christ the King
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John 1 shows us how Christ esteems
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We champions now through Him despite the ring
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Like Aragon He comin' back like "Return of the King"
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Like Sam I'm walkin' with Flame to carry the ring
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Opposin' squad hate to come through and bury your dreams
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But like John man my eyes have seen some scarier things
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But we take it to the streets because they need the truth
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Break bread and fellowship and go and feed the truth
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Drop seeds and intercede that they heed the truth
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Edify and strengthen them so they don't leave the truth
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Flame fam I'd bleed for you- but that goes without sayin'
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Cause I know Christ He breathes through you
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No doubt what we came to do, what we about to do
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Hit the roof tops and shout the truth
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[Chorus x2]
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Dawg the truth a travel
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When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel
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We bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof tops
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From the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks
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Truth Travels
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Flame |