Our World – Da T.r.u.t.h. – letras

[Chorus]Welcome to our worldNo killers, drug dealersGuerillas, no villainsChrist told us that most of them won’t feel usWelcome to our worldNo hustlers, customersEverybody in the buildingGet your hands up with the rest of us[Verse One]If The Game could give props to Biggie, Pac and DreAnd the whole rap world could give love to « J »And they could pay homage to Jam Master JayAnd commemorate the heroes that passed awayThen I could proceed with what I have to sayAnd pay respect to all the godly men that passed The FaithYeah, they went ahead of us- now, the path is straightAnd died so that we could have life passed the graveFrom prophets to the priests- we trace it back to the greatsTake it back to the days when faith had a faceAnd not just a mouth when the saints grabbed the graceAnd I ain’t talkin’ about the prayer before you pass the plateI’m talkin’ ’bout what taught them to stay fast and tradeThe pleasures of this life for Ahaz’s hateNow, I know they « wasn’t » perfect but play back the tapesAnd history will show how the saints’ path was shaped[Chorus][Verse Two]People got questions like-How come ya’ll don’t talk about Martin and MalcolmBut y’all always talkin’ bout Calvin and Luther’Cause these are the dudes that introduced us to truthAnd the fruit that’s produced in us is the outcomeSo from now until the day that we dieWe’ll occupy with the things of God while our mouths runThat’s unique to the saints- you know how roots run deep in the faithLet me explain what I meanYou know I mean what I sayWe’re following after the pioneers leading the wayApostles like Paul and others that were labeled the wayIt was either all or nothing- there could be no more grayThese were the writers of the Bible we believe in todayI know they’re gone but not forgotten- when we read them their swayIs so strong we say so long to the evil- I prayThat His people would read those leaders and say[Chorus][Verse Three]Y’all know we’re the legs and feet of the legacyPredestined to be- before the pregnancyWe’re all just a piece of the puzzle- if I could speak for myselfI’m walking in the footprints that were left for meNow, I know I just quoted one of their poetsBut take note- I just stole it to help show them the recipeHow the past and the present- once plastered togetherLed up to the path of our destiny[Break][Verse Three Countinued]Since the baton has been passedWe want to write ’em a pass and invite them to our worldWhere the mind has been transformedBy the power of Christ, we draw lines in the sandThat would explain the unpopular stanceLike pro-life that wouldn’t heighten the chanceOf being liked- do we care- I wouldn’t lie to my famsSo, while the wicked sing songs that got them in a tranceWe sing songs and hymns like the bottom of your pants’Cause we’re different- we bless those that hate usWhile in the West Coast, they say let’s load the bangersOver-dress codes— no dress clothes— we’re strangersSaints in the foreign land— where the best road to fame isPlaying low— praying and saying noTo our fleshly impulses post weighing the pros and consWe don’t close our eyes- we stay soberSo you know we’re opposed to wineOr at least getting drunk— we propose to our wivesAnd say I do before we close the blindsNo boasting and pride, no boasting in « I »Pray that you and I would be a poster childIn the Kingdom of God where Christ is LordWe submit unto the authority— His righteous swordLife in Christ— otherwise life is a boreSo we abhor evil— that which is a sight for sore eyes