Текст песни Ambassador - Products
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[Chorus]We be the products of the city lifebut yet we live for ChristCity kids that rip the micbut we`re a different typeWe love God so we hate wrong, and love what`s rightWe love man so it`s strong and it`s tight[Verse 1]We be the products of the city life, but yet we live for ChristCity kids that rip the mic, but we`re a different typeWe shine like a head light watch things get brightWe get hype and advertise Christ just like a web sightRock the baggy gear but shed light, that`s how it`s meant to beMan peeps the outside, but God looks into meHe invented me, and looks within to see my innersUsed to see a sinner who sinned, but since Christ He sees a winnerEnter into the mind of a Christ urbaniteTrue urban type, yet will still spill the words of lifeWhat a blend, young ordinary men, but yet believersIn Jesus Who placed us into the ecclesiaLet`s just see ya pluck us out His hand---no chanceWe`re in a romance, more romantic than a slow danceWe hold hands and walk rough streets, we feel the heat fromCrews peepin` the flavor of we who be speakin`On behalf of the God that`s got wrath He can pour outPut you in a hell blacker then the heads at Moorehouse"Life" choose it---eternal life, you`ll never lose itGod so loved the world He sent Jesus to die and prove itWho`s it that claims to match His matchless demoOf love when love is the Savior`s "M.O."Cultural relevance, biblical intelligenceGod can save souls without my wisdom or my eloquence[Chorus] - repeat[Verse 2]Call the Surgeon cause I`m hurtin`The pain has got me staggerin` and swervin`I see the trife life that`s in the urbanAll my brothers` rockin` kufees or a turbanClaiming that they`re god, or Allah`s the god they`re servin`But when I say I represent the Person Who made the earth andPresent my case without cursin`, they say I`m churchin`And on the streets that ain`t working, they laugh at meThey call themselves god, but they love sinning what audacityThere has to be someone who understands, perhaps it beMy sisters, but many of them are anti-chastitySisters vainly hope that all will end wellThen tell me how you reject Christ, but love yourself some DenzelFor men and women sin`s become a trend and a way of livin`Truly the anti Christ, humanist age has risenIt`s called "self-ism"---the fastest growing religionIt`s trapping people up like prisonI`m on a mission---boots laced, truth, grace, are my topicsBiblical optics that can spot even the microscopicGod`s vision is x-ray, He sees every day plus the next dayHe sees through your Mary KLet`s say He sees all things---for real sonRophe, He heals all pain---we`re dealin`With the one God, Savior and the HopeThe only One to address the issue of sin like an envelope[Chorus] - repeat[Verse 3]I know it`s bugged, you feel the tug, God`s love is lovin` youBut it`s the city life, it`s too attractive plus it`s huggin` youBut Satan muggin` you `cause although you`re a hard rockYou still don`t know where you go when your heart stopsAll those jokes you make about you`ll be in hell partyingSorry and you know those jokes are played out like Atari andNo one`s laughing `cause what happens is as soon as you`llStart to laugh you`re all at another brother`s funeralI`m not the bad guy, nah, I bare the pain with youBut God can fix you, you`ve been torn, let Him re-stitch youI`m just a no name with no fameBut I`d hate to see you mistake the real Christ for the man in the 8 x 10 frameIt`s no game, many people seem to think they`ve got the truthBut truth is a Person---Jesus Christ the absoluteI might be fan-less, and friendless and famelessBut because my sin debt is paid my name is blamelessWho can explain this, only the Lord could arrange thisDivine rendezvous reminding you of Perfect StrangersDig the blend like Tropicana TwisterGodly and manly, just another hypostatic mixture[Chorus] - repeat