And it’s FREE.99, bro, He paid our late fees

Entermission
Jesus gave us our job description, man, so GET BUSY!

Yeah! We on the grind, and we ain’t gon’ stop
Dudes say we on duty, like them plain-clothes cops
We ignited and inspired, watch the flames so hot
We was lame, dumb slaves, we was plain robots
Ever since we been cleaned, not a stain, no spot
No blame, much game, He remains on top
We surrendered our plans, our games, our plots
When Your Spirit came down, like some rain on crops
Some tell me get prayin’, and your man straight flops
Our mission gets hard to swallow like your man drinks Scotch
It’s strange, I’m feeling strained like my veins gon’ pop
But my brother said, “Your work is not in vain. Don’t stop!”
So I bow to my knees, and then I start prayin’
I labor over the Scriptures just to see what God’s sayin’
I’m reminded of the Mission that He’s given, can’t stray off
Gotta work for Him, no time to take a day off

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Gotta work, gotta labor
Gotta get out in the field for the Savior
So get busy! Gotta grind
Don’t stop, you ain’t got no time

You look around, you can see why we grieve
Everywhere that we look, everyone is deceived
Every block, every corner, man, I really see needs
And I’m looking at the church, and I don’t really see deeds
You can get a vocal track, nice tape or CD
But you can’t stop with these, Jesus came to meet needs
Every back that we clothe, every mouth that we feed
Is pointing to His coming Kingdom that we hoping they’ll see
Every time we preach Christ, proclaiming what we be
That might be working in hearts, and they might fall to their knees
When they hear He died for their pride, lust, and their greed
And it’s $399, bro, He paid out eight fi’ties (50’s)
Gotta get back at it, make our Mission a habit
And tell the people how we be def like gadget
Homey, when we step, we rep hope you know the grind (Why?)
‘Cause we gotta work for Him, even overtime

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Yeah! Meet Christ, the only Boss who don’t need us
We got nothin’ to offer, ’cause we often off the meter
From the days that we was called, and we was also lost creatures
We don’t work for His acceptance, but we call Him the Redeemer
The job’s already done on the Cross through Jesus
His finished work begins the work in us, so we eager
To co-labor with the Savior, but we ain’t tryin’ to teach you
That He’s served by human hands, homey, that ain’t true either
Cursed be the thought, man, you know that we serve
By the strength that He’s given, we depend on His word
We depend on His grace, we depend on His worth
What a priv(elege) to work for Him who quenches our thirst
So, where you at, if you don’t know what you (sup)posed to
Movin’ His Good News up in His crew, ’cause you a soldier
And, where you be’ at, if you learnin’ His truths
And you’re praying that He’ll send more of ‘em to us, the (re)birth is our fuel

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Nice Song Wooow!

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