Da T.R.U.T.H. - Price Tag lyrics
rate me(Trip Lee)(Chorus)
Trying to show’em for Christ we live,
Help’em understand for Christ we die, man, the cost is high (high),
You gon say your “goodbyes”,
Cause part of you gon have to die, man, the cost is high (high),
(Trip Lee)
Man, I’m trying to help them understand this thang,
How we lift Him up and stand for his standards, man,
He’s running this thang, and if you wanna run with the king,
Then there’s gon be the giving up of some things,
For some who ain’t with the Son it might sound like something insane,
Plus we living it, we loving this thang, the Spirit tucked in our frames,
His bliss flowing through the blood in our veins,
Finishing the race pays off like we was running with change,
Since we’ve been changed that’s our steelo,
It ain’t nothing in me bro, we they see they call me crazy like I was Cee-lo,
He humbled us, put us under the One like we was zero,
Like we was….seek to please Him, is we gon leave? No
No, we live and die for the father,
Making disciples, recycling Christ, the Light is inside us,(holla)
We see the price that He was willing to play,
The true cost, followed His Father even into the grave, (yeah)
(Chorus)
(Da’ T.R.U.T.H.)
Black tie, black suit, welcome to my funeral,
29 yrs in this life and I got a few to go,
Long as I live I’mma die, it’s unusual,
A couple ways in which I die and I want you to know,
I love …. Line, seen how Baby Phat,
Won’t wear Sean Jean, won’t see that on my lady’s back,
No I ain’t gon blind, won’t stare at a ladies back-side,
When she’s going by, I gotta a rib like BabyBack,
Yes sir, gon die like 1980’s rap,
Older in the faith now, out grown Baby Gap,
The sum of what I struggle with is internal,
The kind of stuff that you only write in journals,
The kind of stuff that will injure you,
That’s why I got certain channels of my television blocked,
Plus I let some friends go, forgot about that fishbowl,
Even though it hurt me deep inside, I know I gotta die,
(Chorus)
I know some dudes that are Christians that produce for the wicked,
And I know some musicians that use their gift in the church,
But the same musicians that use their gift in the church,
Produce and play for the wicked but they call it work,
And they try and justify and say that it’s just a job,
That’s a customized line that they use to compromise,
Just adjust the knob on your radio, here we go,
Another song a saint produced that’s producing lust and lies,
There’s another side of the coin, I know you know where I’m going
This is bigger than trying to stay employed,
And I’m so convinced that there’s more,
Cause if these same producers were writers they wouldn’t write for Playboy,
Oh boy, I know I sound kinda stern,
But if they majored in communications they wouldn’t work for Howard Stern,
I know their more concerned about the dollars earned,
Then they are God’s glory I ain’t talking out of turn,
You helping the same people that’s working against the kingdom,
You ain’t taking it back by force you making matters worse,
They all try and get off by saying “I ain’t the star”,
That’s like saying I ain’t rob the bank man I just drove the car,
You ain’t gotta shoot the ball to put points on the board,
All you gotta do is pass and help the other team score,
So even if you on them boards you still guilty as charged,
On that tour, by the way, God didn’t open that door.
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Thanks to LJ the Berean
