Send Me

[Ambassador]
Kinda can tell from my birth, that the Designer of hell and the earth, designed this rhyme and to tell of His words / scooped from regular dirt, born in a city with regular hurts, Christ asserted now I'm saved and I'm better at work / I'm part of a breed of people that see Jesus as a King, doing His thing in spite of the evil / He takes the unlikely people rightly destined for flames (He'll clean) someone just like me from out of buses and trains / now official warners are chilling on different corners, warning people to flee from the wrath that'll give em drama / some will wanna be hard and front cause they don't want Him, but others will wanna be responders and give Him honor / ever since Death got beat like a drummer things are looking brighter like days before the Fall like the summer! / that's why I'ma be more than a rhymer, I'ma grind till the time when I meet the Lord of the genre! /

[Phanatik]
Didn't grow up in a sweet little habitat, I grew up rapping in them streets where it happens at / two hours south of where the Statue of Liberty pose, who would of known this culture was growing right up under her nose / our clothes, the way our speech flows, these aren't normal, at twelve years old I studied these Art forms close / these are cats from the same place that I came from, I never thought that I'd be rocking on top of the same drums / but as a changed one, serving as a sign, by divine design, it was time for a change to come / I feel like Paul, writing to his pen pals, like you can tell that I've been sent out to the Gentiles / and God's been so strategic in His ploy, ten years old I was rocking the Beastie Boys / two years later I found a tape on the ground, (Big Daddy Kane and EPMD) now I'm down / three years later I found a faith that resounds, now I'm a propagator of the grace that abounds /

[Hook]
How can they call on someone they never heard of? How can they hear unless someone preach? / How can they preach unless someone sends them? So here I am Lord, send me /

[Tonic]
I'm dipping thru the night got my light on, Holy Spirit-filled, carbon-based lifeform / got my sight on, aimed on the target, same game, same market, same flame, gotta spark it / it's the same old same, lane on lane, pain on pain, urban life still the same strain on brains / the streets are still full of plenty Abel and Cain's and the Cain's still only after what they able to gain! / fast-lane, now I'm driven like the Autobahn (no limit) God got us running marathons (we in it) / whether we be-lieve it or not, whether MTV, BET or radio slot / we can't stop, we determined, we survive like vermin, whether above service or underground and deserted / we take advantage of standards that keep us branded as Hip-hoppers devoted to God for the sake of the planet / while some panic and others take it for granted, it's true the world is Hip-hop enchanted (hmm) / but let none get stressed, no one fret, but watch God get glory and dwell in Hip-hop flesh! /

[T.R.U.-L.I.F.E.]
To all my would-be listeners please understand my position as a prisoner of the gospel and my name's been written (in the Lamb's Book of Life) / and my mission is to give em (the press) till the men will see the rest of life and switch it up / I'm not ashamed of my change, to call His name or proclaim, I've been bought by the Son (really that's my thing) / I see a culture and a genre that could bring Him honor, but we rather gather street cred with the fake future that we're promised / a way out, but in fact that's way out yonder, I rally the squad, we look to God the Father and honor / what He's done, what He's doing, what He will do and follow, the King who will bring us straight in to tomorrow / so with mic in hand, word in heart, and vision made clear, we serve Christ and use Hip-hop to help men hear /