Letra Rise Up de The Cross Movement original

Hook:
We're goin' live this life
We're goin' live it right
Not just talk it but walk it cause we're goin' live for Christ
We're goin' hold it down, stone cold, hold our ground
All my soldiers RISE UP, SPARK THE HOLY CULTURE
BLAAW!

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Verse One:
You know the squad is a collection artist
Blessin' our God regardless of the fact we're engulfed in this godless
world that's spiritually broke like when folks are jobless
no spiritual ear like when corn is cob-less

No spiritual sight, no optics
No wonder spiritual life is hard to grasp like rice with chopsticks
We need our heart fixed, pull out the heart-kit
If change is gonna come then God has to spark it

We don't need another material object
We need to be re-plugged back into God, He's the socket
We'll meditate on His law but won't exhaust it
God'll take our heart and carve it like Boston Market

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Verse Two:
Sin kills like arsenic, God is pure,
but some can't stomach His cure like when you're car-sick
Dead right, you need a headlight- you're headed for darkness
Get Christ---you get life---you're dead as a carcass

We’re tellin’ men that your sins are red as a carpet
He won't just forgive you He'll turn your debt into profit
You need to sweat Him, and let Him get in the cockpit
Halt the 'co-pilot' talk you need to stop it

Man, you ain't in a Benz you're in a rocket
Life's too heavy for you, you men will drop it
We saw fit to take His path and walk it
Was on a high horse but got kicked right off it

Fought with Christ but we were forced the forfeit
Had a towel but we were forced to toss it
Had ego but thank God we lost it
Sin's signal was strong but thank God He crossed it

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Verse Three:
Oh, what a sight now, we're living right now
Use the skills until we put the mic down
Check it, yo, cause the flow is like a nightgown
Rep Christ for life so you know we've got the right sound

And though the world is godless we thank God that God has called us
from being ballers, and players, and pimps and alcoholics
Times are hard but even still we must run our hardest
“Run like Forest,' with a limp, but we run regardless!

For His glory we wanna be the flyest artist
But because of what our vocals be socially we may die as martyrs
Might have to take flight and say our 'Sayonara’s”
But that's alright we're meeting Christ in the sky tomorrow

So no more weed in us, or Hennessey in us
We've been freed indeed, we've got His seed in us
so while you're teasing us, He's gonna present us
faultless and blameless because He died for these sinners

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