Lyrics

Preach to the pews like they people
Blood sweat and tears feed the lost
And the peters. No hugs. No cheers
Still I'm walking with Jesus
His bloods been smeared
He paid the cost to be a leader
Serve till it hurts the harvest is
Starving. The laborers ain't paid
Enough. It's money over office
I'm cautious of who I let cook
My food. Feed me what feeds you
Good beef stew. Free me to lead you
Don't put me in a box
I'm unorthodox I'm run my course
On rocks Cobblestone streets of my
Past hold footprints that booked me
In hells jail cell. But the nails tell
Of my debt paid
With my hands raised
My arrest made me give a yet praise
This Holy Hip Hop so you know where
I stand.I minister my music no
Performance or dance
Rejected because my message is
Effective. Power don't perform
So my songs aren't requested
Shout the book of psalms because
My poems are confessions
I found me in His arms tears pouring
I learned my lesson
Called to make a change
Music has lost its influence
Performance over power
But not the case with this music
Here the oil flows
Wine pressed rhymes
That's food for your soul
Seasoned and time tested
Lyrics of the Lord
I'm different on purpose
I fit in with outcast
The chest beating churches
But temptations strong cold beats
And hot songs
Catchy hook featured artist
How could I go wrong?
Appeal to the masses
And leave the hurting hungry
Twelve songs one hit who cares
They all know me
But Gods disappointed
All the pain I came through
He gave me the mic and this how
I say thank you I can't do it
Written by: Rodney D Hunter
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