When You Step

In the hood you get props if you shot somebody

If you got shot, everybody thinks you tight

Lives being taken' fast like a Mazarati

How we give a thug props cause he takes a life

If you get locked then you get stripes for doing some time

Get praised like Christ for doing the crime

Wrote this song at night with you on my mind

Doing anything in life cause you wanna shine

I know we living in America where we got everything that we need

But yet we still don't know

About anything or why we exist

So we keep poppin Crys trying to chase that dough

Yea it's true

And we love to party

All the ladies trying to make their figures look like Barbies'

All along while we dying inside

Cause we spiritually blind and we don't hear the Lord calling

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Now when you step do you step to the beat of your own drum?

Now when you step do you step with the king who is awesome?

Now when you step do you step...are you marching in line man?

Step up, let's go, walk right, run it back now

Step up, let's go, walk right run it back now

Are you marching in line main?

Step up, let's go, walk right run it back now

Step up, let's go, keep it crackin like O O O!!

They don't want truth so they can't see error

They ain't come up in the C.C era

Wanna see Ceara in the PC area

Like they get trapped in the B.C era

See error they don't see Pharaoh holding the whips

Might seem narrow

Can't see the Devil man blowing them a kiss

Give 'em what they want

But ain't showing them the risk

Showing them the ice

Showing them the rest

Showing them the life

But ain't showing them the rest

-rest like a little bit of sleep

They shop the mall in the middle of the week

Walk out with bags like a little bit of sleep

Won't work Wednesday like the middle of the week

Drummer plays just to get 'em on their feet

And they step to the step to the rhythm of the beat

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In the hood you get props if you poppin' work

If you try to work some cats think you soft

Say you gotta have heat when you walk the block

Cause on the streets you never know what's popping off

But that's the way we make it

We slaves to all that

We gots to fall back and think about life

Cause it's precious and it's sacred

A gift from Christ that we can't get twice

Yea I know that we chase the riches

We must admit this it add significance

Or at least we think it does

And when it fails we inhale and drink it up

So we drown in our own depression

And keep suppressing the truth that we know

Of the fact that God exist

And we dismiss the question of where will we go when we die?

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