Verse 1:
I’m not ashamed of the gospel. I grew up in the hood son
Where it’s sometimes hostile/ might make it you’re a good one
It had us trapped and strapped like Bokeem Woodbine/
My way of escape I never could find/ that’s why I’m on the grind
Not with rocks or good pine/ I carry the good book with good news of good times
That’s a good sign/ The power of God is real
Anybody that can take me out this world has skill
And I’ma give credit where is do
Won’t turn my head to the fact that others needin Him too
I know that might be you/ So I’m not tryna hide it
Why would I try to keep my God in private? Huh?

Chorus:
Cause if our gospel is hid it’s hid to those that are lost
The saint are like Jews in a modern day holocaust
It’s like a gas chamber where Jesus aint allowed to breathe.
But if it’s up to me….
I’ma let U see Him, I’ma let U see Him, I’ma let U see Him
Take my mask off so I can let U see Him
I’ma let U see Him, I’ma let U see Him
Till my last breath I’ma let U see Him


Verse 2:
Every life is priceless/ Lost time we can’t afford
So every time I speak you gonna hear about the Lord
His word is like a sword/ Sometimes it cuts
But I won’t keep my mouth shut if you offer me big bucks
Who said that words would never hurt?/ I’d rather feel a stick
Rather go against the grain than to kick against the pricks/
The word of God is quick/ Was sent to heal the sick
Be fruitful and multiply but many saints have been fixed
They cant reproduce for tyna mingle and mix
The stupid devil done reached into his bag of tricks
And sold you a lie/ and that there is it
Cause if the blind lead the blind then they both fall in a ditch

Verse 3:
This is the outreach/ the rhemnant not afraid to reach out
Rain, sleet, or snow if its muddy we pull the cleats out
We know who we believe/ No need to put the fleece out
The fields are white to harvest/ He’s sendin those who wanna reap out
You fire baptized, don’t let the devil put your heat out
If God has given you a message man you betta speak out
A city on hill/ Get your rise and shine on
The things of the kingdom/ betta have your mind on
Let Jesus Christ be the talk of the town
We can never Coexist cause we left the common ground
The body is the bride putting on her wedding gown
And there’s nothing else around that can shut us down