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Flame - Truth Travels lyrics
(feat. Thi'sl)
 [Chorus- X2]
 Dawg the truth a travel
 When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel
 We bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof tops
 From the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks
 [Verse One - Flame and Thi'sl]
 Flame: A yo
 The I, I see our generation is fallen
 Sick like Mardi Gras and we don't live in New Orleans
 Real like '95 when bloods and crips was bangin'
 When my homie said "Flame forget school I'm slangin'"
 Thi'sl: They skip school they bangin
 Roc choppin' and slangin', posted up they hangin'
 Till he hit wit a banga
 Flame: Now he's covered in blood but not the blood of Christ
 His ice is bloody and not even his diamonds shine
 Thi'sl: His soul is lifted, the sad part he wasn't gifted
 With the gift of life through Christ we're given
 Flame: STOP! Better yet go straight to the cross
 The cross of Christ who came just to quicken the lost listen
 Thi'sl: The word says He's the judge of the quick and the dead
 The healing hands that restores us we sick in the head
 Flame: Bless the one that bled, when our hearts were hard
 He called us forth, and visit our spiritual grave yard Father
 [Chorus- X2]
 Dawg the truth a travel
 When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel
 We bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof tops
 From the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks
 [Verse Two - Flame]
 We're the Christians that witness out on the front line
 And if we losin' our breath its not from runnin' from one time
 It's from grindin' shinin' and spitin' bars of truthFlame - Truth Travels - http://motolyrics.com/flame/truth-travels-lyrics.html
 Exhaustin' our whole heart to school yards of youth
 Feel like I'm fastin' cuz dirty I ain't ate in a while
 We been preachin' while heathens are fakin' a smile
 They not happy knowin' your daddy is locked up
 He snorted so much coke his nose is stopped up
 Ya mommy got knocked up, ya homie got chopped up
 Yet he still poppin' them rocs and you throwin' ya block up
 We spit Jesus dirty for more reasons than one
 Cuz time is leakin' even more of a reason to run
 Call me Flame cuz my temperature's 209
 I feel the fire preachin' Jesus before we run outta time
 It's one Christ one hope one life for real
 And since we all gotta die hope I die in the field
 [Chorus- X2]
 Dawg the truth a travel
 When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel
 We bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof tops
 From the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks
 [Verse Three - Thi'sl]
 No doubt fam where I stand with the team
 I'm a runnin' back the head coach Christ the King
 John 1 shows us how Christ esteems
 We champions now through Him despite the ring
 Like Aragon He comin' back like "Return of the King"
 Like Sam I'm walkin' with Flame to carry the ring
 Opposin' squad hate to come through and bury your dreams
 But like John man my eyes have seen some scarier things
 But we take it to the streets because they need the truth
 Break bread and fellowship and go and feed the truth
 Drop seeds and intercede that they heed the truth
 Edify and strengthen them so they don't leave the truth
 Flame fam I'd bleed for you- but that goes without sayin'
 Cause I know Christ He breathes through you
 No doubt what we came to do, what we about to do
 Hit the roof tops and shout the truth
 [Chorus- X2]
 Dawg the truth a travel
 When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel
 We bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof tops
 From the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks












