The Cross Movement Hey Y'all Lyrics
            [Chorus]
            Hey y'all, hey y'all, hey y'all hey y'all
            What's the deal? What's the haps? Whatcha' say y'all?
            Hey y'all, hey y'all, hey y'all, hey y'all
            I know the truth, I know the life, I know the way
        
            [Verse One]
            I figured somebody thinks it took Kanye to get us
            God spitters the kind of shine that proves that God's with us
            Nah player, God's rare
            It's typical God here
            He makes sure His glory is clear in all spheres and sections
            He shows up where you least expect him
            This Lord's the blesser - yep - and He's the blessin'
            He likes flexin' cause He's perfection
            You see these perfections in each direction
            After seein' them things look bleak I'm guessin'
            Cause you see 'em and you see you need correction
            Then you feel like the writer of Psalm 12
            The godly's no more, it's so raw it seems like people just want hell
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [Verse Two]
            The hood can be a beautiful thing
            But with no Christ in the city it ain't pretty what the future would bring
            We need more than Malcom X and Martin Luther the King
            We need "Davids" walkin' the pavement with truth in their sling
            And no matter what hood we stroll
            We're like the kid that everywhere he looked he only saw tootsie rolls
            We see a chance to give people a reason for the hope of believers
            Cause though they're breathin' these hopeless people are grievin'
            In the streets some are numb but others are still bothered
            At the unfit mothers and the unskilled fathers
            That's why we plug Christ like an unskilled barber
            Rap artists who harvest- some plant and some will water
            But God'll make it grow and it won't stop
            If He's the center like the gum in a blow pop
            Remember you're eternal but your dough's not
            Your rims, your Timbs, your brims and your clothes rot
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [Verse Three]
            I like to brag on my Righteous Dad
            Who saves from the Einsteins to the psychopaths
            To the dudes that conclude all of life's so bad
            To the slums, to the ones that moved out to the nice ol' pad
            And I spit it as a regular dude
            Spit after chewin' Holy Writ and this is my regular food
            Plus I get with a crew that gets with Him too
            We'll get with you even if you never step in a pew
            And it's been like this since I was seven
            To the point where they now sense I'm a reverend
            But I tell 'em til I'm in heaven
            I'm reppin' the God who changes lives like 9/11
        
            [Chorus]
        
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