(feat. J.R.) [Chorus: J.R.] I wanna be closer to you I wanna be your hearts desire I wanna be number one Even though you play me shy I wanna be closer
[T.R.U.-L.I.F.E.] What's up yall? It's Life, yeah Im still rappin Haven't been in action, but I haven't been relaxin Took a little breather, cause it
[Chorus] Life, Liberty, Righteousness, and the puruist thereof It's tight, might just get, too rough to travel this road But it's good to know, that
[Chorus] Life is hard enough wit people dyin round here everyday You dont want to die, but you know you gonna do it any way But there's another life
right Not jus talk it but walk it Cause we're gon live for Christ We're gon hold it down Stone cold hold your ground All my soldiers RISE UP SPARK THE HOLY CULTURE
[Chorus] C'mon stand up, get your hands up, Word up Start somethin, get your heart pumpin Yeah start jumpin around, if you're under the ground I know
[T.R.U.-L.I.F.E.] As time stretches, sketches of a blood drenched cross Flood my thoughts, my heart feels pain for the lost They remain their own boss
[Verse One] Back to the lab again, young lads getting bad with the pad and pen Holy Culture, a fabulous fabric blend, God's people got fashion sense
go wrong Every little thing we do's like magic Everywhere we go we're rockin on [Apl. d. Ap.] It's another one of those EXPOSURE from my main CULTURE
smart shit to say, don't ya Rappers entering this game biting like a vulture and saying fuck the culture Talking image like that's how you portrayed While this cross
mine these storytellers For the richness of culture I get jealous As we hold up the cup and we drink from the chalice Legs spread cross-legged again
the honor roll Good life a little slow, he went out of the dough, Then did a job but it robbed him freedom though. Torn from our mother, Burdened by forefathers, Burning the same cross
same ? with no new twist? Impale me at the wrists and let me die with hip hop's sins On the cross to resurrect and let the culture live again Deadly with
when they passed the plate for collections Only lessons teachers taught me in school was propaganda And the picture of Jesus nailed on the cross, of course
well a?cause, I always feel the same. We always look behind. We always look behind. Day in, day out. The world is my witness. Sick from my culture'
. We must be sweet And tactful and discreet, And now they've suffered defeat, We mustn't let Them feel upset, Or ever get the feeling That we're cross
mia madre Ja Jousha e Allah ... refugees ... Cuba, Haiti and Somalia (Phase) absorbed whitin' abomination of cycles 6 degrees of separation infectuous the fallout all out cultural
hurting lurking searching for life?s purpose Feeling suicidal and worthless but you ain?t certain If you ready to die and leave this earth?s surface then cross