Текст песни Price Tag - Da' T.R.U.T.H.

Hook
We′re trying to show them that for Christ we live
Help 'em understand for Christ we die
Man the cost is high (high)
You gon′ say ya good byes
Cause part of you gon' have to die
Yeah, the cost is high (2x)

Verse
The God man is came, I'm trying to help ′em understand this thing
How we lift Him up and stand for His standards man
He′s running this thing and if you wanna run with the King
Then it's gon′ be some giving up of some things
For some who ain't wit the Son it might sound like something insane
But for us who living it, we loving this thing
The Spirit tucked in our frames
His love flowing through the blood in our veins
Finishing the race pays off like we was running for change
Since we′ve been saved that's our steelo
But it ain′t nothing in me bro
When they see me they call me crazy, like I was Cee-Lo
He humbled us; put us under the One like we was zero
But we don't flee, we gon' seek to please Him
Is we gon leave, No
No we live and die for the Father
Making disciples, recycling Christ
His light is inside us
Holla, we see the price that He was willing to pay
The true cost followed the Father even into the grave
Yeeaaaa

Hook
We′re trying to show them that for Christ we live
Help ′em understand for Christ we die
Man the cost is high (high)
You gon say ya good byes
Cause part of you gon' have to die
Yeah, the cost is high (2x)

Verse 2
Black tie, black suit welcome to my funeral
29 years in this life and I gotta few to go
Long as I live I′m a die, it's unusual
Couple ways in which I die and I want you to know
I love Sean′s line, seen hot baby phat
Won't wear Sean John, won′t see that on my lady's back
No I ain't gon′ blind, won′t stare at a ladies back
Side when she's going by, rib like baby back/ Yes sir I′m gon die like 1980's rap
Older in the faith now, outgrown Baby Gap
But some of what I struggled wit is internal
The kind of stuff that you only write in journals
The kind of stuff that′ll injure you
That's why I got certain channels on my television blocked
Plus I let some friends go, got up out that fish bowl
Even though I hurt knee deep inside, man I know I gotta die

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Verse 3
I know some, dudes that are Christians that produce for the wicked
And I know some musicians that use their gift in the church
But the same musicians that use their gift in the church
Produce and play for the wicked, but they call it work
And they try to justify and say that its just a job
But that′s the customized line, that they use to compromise
Just adjust the knob on your radio
Here we go, another song a saint produced
Is producing lust and lies
It's another side to the coin, I know you know where I'm going
This is bigger than trying to stay employed
And I′m so convinced that′s it's more
Cause if these same producers were writers, they wouldn′t write for Playboy
O boy, I know I sound kinda stern
But if they majored in communications they wouldn't work for Howard Stern
I know they′re more concerned about the dollars earned
Then they all God's glory I ain′t talking outta turn
When you help the same people that's working against the Kingdom
You ain't taking it back by force, you making matters worse
And they all try to get off by saying I ain′t the star
It′s like saying I ain't robbed the bank man I just drove the car
You ain′t gotta shoot the ball to put points on the board
All you gotta do is pass to help the other team score
So even if you on the board you still guilty as charged
On that tour, by the way God didn't open that door

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