Weekly Rap-Up with Da Truth
Here in America, we tend to lose the reality of what it means to be a follower of Jesus. Christianity, a tolerant blend, has become a fashion statement. The offense of the gospel has been toned down to now be lovely to those who hate Christ. And, the trend of our churches is following suite. We are becoming materialistic and worldly. And since we don’t face regular persecution like the saints of old, we are not tested on where our faith really lies. Let these lyrics help remind you.
Da Truth - Legacy
Who would have known that a couple of guys from Columbine would come from behind and put guns to the spine of some innocent people – the teachers, the students. The feet of the teachers are screeching through rooms. The mood has been set by the fear of the villains. The bombs and the threats are by Eric and Dillon. America’s villains. Generic you’re feeling? It is not. It is the plot for a pair that is chilling in the glorious heavens, standing for Christ in a crisis. I know that it’s rare what I’m feeling, excitement incited – declaring the Pilgrims’ faith and their fate that I’ll share with my children. Cassie and Rachel, the past of the patrons that passed through the ages in Africa, Asia. The Master that saved you, the laughter, the hatred. Jesus predicted that the masses would hate you. So, don’t think it strange if a change might occur. If it does, are you ready and prepared for the curve and a turn for the worst? Would you fight, would you fall, would you die for the Christ? That’s the price of the call!
Frustrated by the snares and the toils, parents annoy you. Truth of the matter is we’re arrogant, spoiled. America’s soil has soiled us, sort of. And pastors insist on declaring us royal. And it’s true that we are but we take it too far to the point where we break and we take down the bar and forsake all the parts of The Faith that are hard to embrace after all. We’ve outsmarted the martyrs. We race up the charts. If you trace it to the start, you will find that the way to escape from the dark and your wake is to carve off the weight and the heart of the truth, until everybody loves you. Jesus said woe to you, old and new saints, that hold a view that you can go through The Faith with nobody loathing you. That’s a view that you only can hold when your home is the States. So, don’t think it strange if a change might occur. If it does, are you ready and prepared for the curve and a turn for the worst? Would you fight, would you fall, would you die for the Christ? That’s the price of the call!
The bones that are picked are the bones that depict that they combed through their homes with the stones and the sticks. The aromas – a stench – so they rose up against them at home and at Rome throwing stones at the Christians. Got a hold of them, gripped them, kicked them, scarred them, saw them, sawed them, they were thrown in a pit with the toads and the vermin. I’m rolling the clips. It’s urgent the scourges, the groans from the licks, the anger, the stranglers, the hangers, the danger for all of the Christians that rolled in a clique ended up in the teeth of the beast that would feast on the saints that would preach. They were thrown over cliffs. This is not known to exist in the States or the place where the home is just bliss. This song is intense because it’s truth and I’m trying to convince you that no one’s exempt. Yet no one’s equipped. Got our phones on our clips. Our focus is both on our loans and our cribs, our fitness, our business has grown in a pinch. Would you fight, would you fall, would you ball up your fist? Would you falter or march to your grave because you’re saved and your life is in Christ and to die is to gain? Would you die in His name for the rise of His fame despising the shame because you’re promised to reign?