TG- When the Son of Man Returns, will he find faith on the earth/
Anticipation resting on the face of the church/
Is He really gonna snatch down the drapes of the church/
and find a congregation full of racists and flirts?
BM- Ain't no way around the truth, just face it it hurts/
Aint you sick of Satan spittin in the face of the church?
Man we way off track, we need the glory of God and flesh won't get it back
and you silly if you think that
TG- ay B, man they shrink back from the pink pack, and they suffocate the Truth like they mouth full of shrink wrap/
So flip a coin till you modify our mantra/
In God we trust, but Gospel is a genre?
BM- Excuse me your honor/
You trying to tell me that its illegal if we kill a bald eagle but we slaughter babies?
Our mother's womb is a tomb/
The wickedness of man, indeed we living in a strange land
TG- People are strange man, listen to the Doors/
They'd rather vote Republican than listen to the Lord
These pastors twist up the Scripture like Obama does
Pervert our monikers with Lukewarm thermometers
Hook:
We are the champions
Don't ever tell God what can't be done
Just look around, the world think we won't stand
but this aint about man...
We keep our hands to the sky (sky)
We keep our hands to the sky (sky)
We keep our hands to the sky, 'cause there's only one King
This one's for the REDEEMED
credits
from Hopeless Romantic,
released November 23, 2012
Produced by Ra Charm
supported by 10 fans who also own “Champions ft. B.Moses”
Unreal lyricism. Even though J has recently shifted his focus to rap less specifically about Christ, this album shows he can rap on whatever he wants and do it well. Austin Orth