Gospel here, 17 years old, tryin to fix a brand new flow/right now I'm dreamin'' of a sold out house, while God straight up rock tha show/I've got lil'' kids savin' up they allowance to cop my album in the store/I got heads walkin and talkin and poppin and lockin and hollerin straight up for more/I stroll up to the mtv music awards: best Christian video/Step up, say thanks, roll clip, grab mic, give props to who you know/but first gotta throw down to the one yall know they call "I AM"-It's Jesus Christ, He's the author of life, without whom your soul is damned/Now I didn't cuss, yall know me, I'm tryin' to educate the youth/'Cuz when I rhyme I don't spit fantasy, I just straight up preach the truth/'Bout how God died to save a soul, a wretched soul like me-He didn't die so you could be a thug drinkin' up on Hennessey/So won't you heed my advice, take it as heaven sent-Playa look at your life and begin to repent/And then you will start to see, that God loves you, He loves me/And by His blood we are free, so we've got the victory

Quit tryin'' to front, and stop bein' a hater/Give up your life to the one they call tha maker/This world is a cookie and He's the bakerIf you don't know soon Satan will Take ya

Now this question goes out to all you rappin'' in the world/Can you really take any of your ice with you, let alone your Benz, or your girl/Now how many girls do you say you got, don't even say just one/'Cuz in your video I saw fifteen of them, and yall was all straight havin'' fun/But when the Videos over, the girls go home, and your fun just starts to end/And you find yourself lookin' for another high, confusin' your fun with sin/Forget the girls wearin' no clothes, no morals and get a queen you can call your wife/Stop livin' this lie of the world, and live God's holy life/Donate your Benz, ML320 with the secrete cell phone compartment, to the AG national office: foreign missions department-Stop throwin' your cash for lost causes, give it all to AG missions-Spread the love to people all over the world, in all different positions/So now you start to see, that God's plan is the way/You've seen the light and seen right so now you can finally say/Forget your big body Benz, and your more money mantra/If your not down for God for real, then your in the wrong genre


I've got a killer headache, it's a fire in my brain/Im sick of all you emcees givin' Gospel Rap a bad name/Even though we all so different, they group us all the same/Only difference is I seek God and you just try to seek that fame/I get high on the holy spirit, meanwhile you get high on Mary Jane/While you out promotin'' your album, I'm straight up motin' Jesus name/So I've got news for you Nelly: God's the only number one/'Cuz' you could never save the world by givin' up your only son/And you would never hang on a tree for somethin'' that you did not do/You think its weak to stop the show and tell the crowd that God loves you/So quit frontin'', quit hatin'', give it up to you know who/Pick up your sword for the Lord and use the gift He's given you