Letras
I feel like we very afraid, man, we fear what they say
How they gon' hate us if we fail to keep them areas grey?
They tellin' us to put our weapons down and bury them blades
Even our peers telling 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 gon' say that I am loco
And they gon' say I'm judgmental and they gon' throw a low-blow
Like I'm behind the times, I should be in the home with the old folks
Huh-huh, I promise you homie I ain't no slow poke
I know what's going on, and I ain't moving in slo-mo, huh
Huh, I like bono high society is fine
And I ain't gotta problem with Christians tryna be wise
Or making good music and spitting quality rhymes
I guess I got a problem with Christians tryna hide
You used to be a prophet now you tryna be signed
Dang, you done scribbled out all the lines that divide
I can't be too surprise, it's just the signs of the times
If you just give me a moment, I'm tryna balance these lines
'Cause I think we could use both, hold on brake pads
This ain't about me taking jabs at the latest fads
Nah, this is about all my youngings 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 try'na make a 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 tryna fight you, man, this is just table talk
Yeah, yeah, man
Yeah, leggo
Huh, this the best and the worst time for the church
More units, more primetime, putting in work, huh
More music, more dimes dropping down in our purse, huh
More opportunity is now the gift and the curse
We in reverse, they wanna love us to sleep and
They hate the church, they wanna put us at ease
'Cause if we could just relax, then they could relax laws
And they can blackball us whenever we try to speak
And I'm like, "How come they could say whatever they think?"
Whenever we tryna stand, I feel like we tryna sneak
It's funny cause ya'll be calling that wise
I call it the spirit of compromise
I call it fearing that you won't admit you on his side say
And I say let all of his enemy scatter and God arise, huh
The God of war, huh, the lord of host, huh
He ain't behind, he got his thumb on the pulse, huh
I sit down at the round table to talk and they like
We got a army, I'm like we got a hulk
The God who sees he gon' vindicate us
Can't let the world and entertainers intimidate us
'Cause they innovate us with poison then the generations
We drink it up without thinking what happens minutes later, huh
Man, it's death so that's why we speak life
And we trust that our God is with us when we fight
Shh, the battle ain't ours to be precise
I'm really hoping for boldness in the name of Jesus Christ, yeah man
I promises your mom was done, just stay with me, huh
The key is remaining sober in the days of Noah
They winning now but there comes a time when their reign is over
When they bubble gum 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 combination like a crack safe
But let God be true, that's the mandate
That's it, I'm done
Yeah, man, leggo