Written by William Branch aka The Ambassador
Produced by lord Maji
Recorded and Mixed by Jason Wilson

Chorus: We be the products of the city life · but yet we live for Christ · City kids that rip the mic · but we’re a different type · · We love God so we hate wrong, and love what’s right · · We love man so it’s strong and it’s tight · · Verse 1: We be the products of the city life, but yet we live for Christ · City kids that rip the mic, but we’re a different type · We shine like a head light watch things get bright · We get hype and advertise Christ just like a web sight · Rock the baggy gear but shed light, that’s how it’s meant to be · Man peeps the outside, but God looks into me · He invented me, and looks within to see my inners · Used to see a sinner who sinned, but since Christ He sees a winner · Enter into the mind of a Christ urbanite · True urban type, yet will still spill the words of life · What a blend, young ordinary men, but yet believers · In Jesus Who placed us into the ecclesia · Let’s just see ya pluck us out His hand---no chance · We’re in a romance, more romantic than a slow dance · We hold hands and walk rough streets, we feel the heat from · Crews peepin’ the flavor of we who be speakin’ · On behalf of the God that’s got wrath He can pour out · Put you in a hell blacker then the heads at Moorehouse · "Life" choose it---eternal life, you’ll never lose it · God so loved the world He sent Jesus to die and prove it · Who’s it that claims to match His matchless demo · Of love when love is the Savior’s "M.O." · Cultural relevance, biblical intelligence · God can save souls without my wisdom or my eloquence. · · | Repeat Chorus | · · Verse 2: Call the Surgeon cause I’m hurtin’ · The pain has got me staggerin’ and swervin’ · I see the trife life that’s in the urban · All my brothers’ rockin’ kufees or a turban · Claiming that they’re god, or Allah’s the god they’re servin’ · But when I say I represent the Person Who made the earth and · Present my case without cursin’, they say I’m churchin’ · And on the streets that ain’t working, they laugh at me · They call themselves god, but they love sinning what audacity · There has to be someone who understands, perhaps it be · My sisters, but many of them are anti-chastity · Sisters vainly hope that all will end well · Then tell me how you reject Christ, but love yourself some Denzel · For men and women sin’s become a trend and a way of livin’ · Truly the anti Christ, humanist age has risen · It’s called "self-ism"---the fastest growing religion · It’s trapping people up like prison · I’m on a mission---boots laced, truth, grace, are my topics · Biblical optics that can spot even the microscopic · God’s vision is x-ray, He sees every day plus the next day · He sees through your Mary K · Let’s say He sees all things---for real son · Rophe, He heals all pain---we’re dealin’ · With the one God, Savior and the Hope · The only One to address the issue of sin like an envelope. · · | Repeat Chorus | · · Verse 3: I know it’s bugged, you feel the tug, God’s love is lovin’ you · But it’s the city life, it’s too attractive plus it’s huggin’ you · But Satan muggin’ you ‘cause although you’re a hard rock · You still don’t know where you go when your heart stops · All those jokes you make about you’ll be in hell partying · Sorry and you know those jokes are played out like Atari and · No one’s laughing ‘cause what happens is as soon as you’ll · Start to laugh you’re all at another brother’s funeral · I’m not the bad guy, nah, I bare the pain with you · But God can fix you, you’ve been torn, let Him re-stitch you · I’m just a no name with no fame · But I’d hate to see you mistake the real Christ for the man in the 8 x 10 frame · It’s no game, many people seem to think they’ve got the truth · But truth is a Person---Jesus Christ the absolute · I might be fan-less, and friendless and fameless · But because my sin debt is paid my name is blameless · Who can explain this, only the Lord could arrange this · Divine rendezvous reminding you of Perfect Strangers · Dig the blend like Tropicana Twister · Godly and manly, just another hypostatic mixture. · · | Repeat Chorus | · ·

Lyrics submitted by lilreader

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