God Man

God Man

You say you would die for your block/ and you

would die for your dawgs/ but would you get on the cross

and then die for us all/ I can hear Him cryin' "Let this cup

pass from Me"/ yet some sin against Holy Ghost which is

blasphemy/ now picture pain the worst on earth ever

existed/ experienced the mischief/ endureth the crucifixion/

He died although 40 percent wouldn't believe/ see He died

although 10 percent wouldn't receive/ see He died

although 20 percent wouldn't understand/ and only 30

percent reverenced Him as the Son of Man/ now knowin'

this He still said "Nevertheless, not My will but let Yours be

done"/ 33 years of pain, sufferin' and sorrow/ rejection,

ridicule in a tomb that was borrowed/ foxes have holes,

birds have nest/ but even the Son of Man didn't have a

place to rest

They forget You're the Godman/ Your Word says You

were tempted on every hand/ yet they promise up and

down that you don't understand/ could it be an excuse to

continue in sin/ could it be in their greed that they want

more/ as if dyin' on the cross wasn't enough for them/ let's

pretend and defend like it's the last rhyme/ this is what I

would say to persuade minds/ listen

The first Adam straight died with his bride/ and the

second Adam straight died for His bride/ and we have a

high priest who can really sympathize/ with our

weaknesses and see the lies/ and the disguise in us lived

in Nazareth that's similar to our urban streets/ til He was 30

and rejected by His town peeps/ know what it's like to be

shun, hung, spit upon/ and still be the Son and one with the

Father/ feel the agony of the main people hatin' on you/ the

ones that read about you and suppose to be waitin' on you/

know what it's like to be dogged out/ but gotta fight cause

you called out/ plus in the garden of Gethsemane/ He made

the choice to surrender to His enemies/ know what it's like

to walk the earth and get no love/ treated so cold like

hands and ice with no gloves

No tongue should ever speak He don't know

strugglin'/ heartache, heart break and sufferin'/ spit on,

whipped on, and thrown down/ a prophet without honor in

His hometown own town/ we waitin' to see the

spectacular and miraculous/ He cracked the grave and

resurrected the miraculous/ showed His love and died for

us while we were yet sinners/ you're either generation X or

blessed winners/ took many lashes and then shed blood/

cried and sweat blood/ God, now that's love that's love/

what more can He do than He's already done/ than to love

the world so much that He sent His only begotten son/

what more can He do to say that He loves your life/ than to

wrap in human flesh and become the Christ