Street Epistle

[Intro]
Cin-City
K-Drama
We got Prodigal Son
And we got Philly
We got Philly on a Rocky beat
We got the stallion but it ain't the Italian stallion
Rob Hodge
Let's give it to 'em

[Verse 1: K-Drama]
I want to inspire my block to go legal
I want my people to see with the eyes of an eagle
If they would turn away from the game and retire
Submit to Christ, humility, then they'll be lifted higher
When I die I wanna leave the streets a legacy
I want them to see the worst of me then see the best of me
Then they'll see they need to make a change
Before they get vaporized trying to make some change
When I die I want billions at my funeral
Pastors and street kids, rappers and mamas and hoodlums
Cuz I don't need the key to the city
Cuz the key to your heart, eternal word will rip the block apart
I pray for this rap game that the underground will rise overground With the triple-H, harmonious sound
And I pray that THIS Click will cross barriers
Not cuz we compromise but because we cross areas

[Hook]
You can call me a street fighter
Since He came for the streets
You can call me a street lighter
I'm a city on a hill or a street lighter
I'm still standin' tall
I'ma street survivor
It's like phone polls cuz we want the streets wired
...
Why do we create certified street bangers?
So the Lord Jesus won't be the street's Stranger

[Verse 2]
For my people I give y'all the pages
No I'm not your fire but I keep the fire blazin'
Still in amazement, still serve the Ancient
Move with a flock so you know we're contagious
Breathe n stop, hold ur post and receive the plot
Was of this world tryin' to make ya, breathin' stop
Now I give up my own just to see you knock
Repercussions for every single word you drop
You need to uphold and reload the word that
Comes for your soul like a Repo
Got you paranoid sweatin' looking through your peephole
Sowin' seeds so you see that Christ is my Hero
I tip my hat to His legacy
Won't get the best of me
One who came before then showed me the recipe
Through His eyes see the man who rises
Using the mic to shed light upon these dark times
Giving hope so don't cry

[Verse 3]
Same thing make you laugh make you cry
The heart of a world ...
Live now, tomorrow you're brushed away
Gun shots and shells
Ring bells in your forehead, you die slow
Smoke hydro never would they live again
Streets gotta white chalk mapped out sparkin' the L
And cashed out, you better cling to the King ...
From Cin-city to Philly I'm so sincere
And they fake with they patty-cake rap talk
Claimin' they under the ground brown like ...
And dirty dirty I'ma rhyme till I'm early thirty
And pass off like Magic and retire early
So now there's wise men in this click
In your face now like lipstick
Change fiends to queens and kings from misfits
And spit till I D.I.E. y'all know who's V.I.P