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Cross Movement - All day
(from the album Human Emergency)
© copyright Brady Goodwin, Jr.

Verse 1: I understand and stand under the cross of He who bled
Now Iím covered in His blood-shed, all I see is red
Like the Red Sea, itís deadly with out Christ so cool it
My God played this world like twelve inches, cause He rules it
From pulpit to ghetto, projects to golden meadows
The Bread of Life leads men back home like Hanzel and Gretle
Push the peddle across the globe like express truckers or bikers
Carry the Gospel like Fed- Ex from Rutgers to Rikers
Some love us some like, then some canít stand us,
Cause we expose and appose the evil that man does
That we do, not even those who speak in Greek and Hebrew
Can build a wall of knowledge of self that God canít see through
Itís He who made us, and not we ourselves,
Donít have enough might, enough thought power cells
And our shells are empty until He fills them
So Ďtil then Cross Movement will be chilliní
No more lookiní for a real love Mary J.
Now I ______ with Jesus all day every day.

Chorus: From sun up, unto sun down
There is One Love, Who wears One crown
Long as my mic is plugged into my cord
We live one life and we serve One Lord

Verse 2: Daily, my mind is bombarded with the fact of things
That God is not a part of our everyday happenings,
The raps we sing, the films we watch, the lives we live
Menís prerogative
And we like it like that, when Godís word comes across the net,
You can bet we spike it right back
But when youíre the object of pain, itís not odd itís insane
How God is left out, yet God gets the blame
When itís negative, yet all the while peep all the smiles
As peeps call and shout, ďyo, just let us liveĒ
Even though itís very contrary to what He say
Thatís how they roll all day every day

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Verse 3: Check this yíall, donít get lost in my song rhythm
Eyes off me and onto the King whoís long liviní
Ever since me and the Lord have been swingin like ax handles
Without Him, life is risky business like tax scandals
Now He got me feelin nicer than Jack Daniels
Reject Christ and end up burnin like wax candles
But thatís not His main thrust, look how He gains trust
And loved us enough to let His veins bust
Follow man if you want trouble,
Live life on your own and catch wreck like a stunt double
Death is the penalty for sin so weíre called to die
So all rise, but all eyes on the fall guy
The substitute, manís stand in at the cross
Was slain as a lamb, paid as a ransom for the lost
The cost of keeping it real, hip-hopís motto and creed
Is escaping reality, through a fat bag of weed
I wouldíve had to bleed, just to pay for my own sins
Born with an omen, Ďtil Christ came now I owe Him
And canít repay, so check the chant we say
Itís Jesus the Christ all day every day

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