a bag and walk up In a country where sharing my faith may get me shot up Anywhere I go, whether my city or far abroad, I just wanna show them Jesus Christ
can put your hands down after the concert Christ wants disciples, that's the aim So after the heart change they can rep the name Christ And we ain't
: My City, My City, My City My City, My City, My City My City, My City, My City My City, My City, My City Let me tell you bout my city Lord homie, As
said if I would sober up, I'd be a powerful man Turned out the street life, you prayed I wouldn't But every church in the world can't save our children
spread love freely Still spittin gangsta shit, 'cause the streets need me Still got that mack with me, for niggaz actin silly still pimpin gangsta pretty, reppin in every city
and tellin Christian folks what to do You talkin 'bout the sinners are sinnin, but let's keep it true Ain't nobody in this church a bigger sinner than
out the banks loan art to the churches Satanic Reverses Bail-out the banks loan art to the churches Satanic Reverses Bail out the banks loan art to the churches
these church girls wear more makeup than destiny's child Keep it real christian, some of y'all liftin' ain't likin' But this is the difference between a christian
heard a hymn, some distant choir sang And with other tourists I walked along to a Church as its bells rang Then I heard someone tell someone, "There's where Christ
I get, spread love freely Still spittin' this gangsta shit, 'cause the streets need me Still got that mack milly, for niggaz actin' silly Still pimpin' gangsta pretty, reppin' the seven cities
away Don't know why I put up with this shit When you don't put out and Zip City's so far away Your daddy is a deacon down at the Salem Church of Christ
and flies up into the night, howling out immortal cries, a prediction of war, At war with Satan! The warriors gather slowly around The sacred city,
t tell my family they're all wicked strict Christian Don't tell the hangers on, don't tell your friends Don't tell them we went down to Ybor City again
lead them home Father, we will lead them home Sinner, reach out your hands! Children in Christ you stand! Sinner, reach out your hands! Children in Christ
greater love than this, no love but this Jesus Christ laid down His life for us There is no greater love than His, no love but His To the city, to the
to the church I don't need that kind of salvation When I get hurt Don't fill my head with sermons And force me to believe This is the city that raised
I guess that makes me child of the sixties But anyways we didn't stay we moved to plant city Then to Lakeland then to Miami then to Ybor city Living
of desperation for Your glory This is an emergency Sinner, reach out your hands Children, in Christ you stand Sinner, reach out your hands Children, in Christ
