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Ambassador - Products
(from the album Christology)
© copyright 1999

Verse 1:
We be the products of the city life, but yet we live for Christ/
City kids that rip the mic, but we're a different type/
We shine like a head light watch things get bright/
We get hype and advertise Christ just like a web sight/
Rock the baggy gear but shed light, that's how it's meant to be/
Man peeps the outside, but God looks into me/
He invented me, and looks within to see my inners/
Used to see a sinner who sinned, but since Christ He sees a winner/
Enter into the mind of a Christ urbanite/
True urban type, yet will still spill the words of life/
What a blend, young ordinary men, but yet believers/
In Jesus Who placed us into the ecclesia/
Let's just see ya pluck us out His hand no chance/
We're in a romance, more romantic than a slow dance/
We hold hands and walk rough streets, we feel the heat from/
Crews peepin' the flavor of we who be speakin'/
On behalf of the God that's got wrath He can pour out/
Put you in a hell blacker then the heads at Moorehouse/
"Life" choose it---eternal life, you'll never lose it/
God so loved the world He sent Jesus to die and prove it/
Who's it that claims to match His matchless demo/
Of love when love is the Savior's "M.O."/
Cultural relevance, biblical intelligence/
God can save souls without my wisdom or my eloquence/

We be the products of the city life/
but yet we live for Christ/
City kids that rip the mic/
but we're a different type/
We love God so we hate wrong, and love what's right/
We love man so it's strong and it's tight.

Verse 2:
Call the Surgeon cause I'm hurtin'/
The pain has got me staggerin' and swervin'/
I see the trife life that's in the urban/
All my brothers' rockin' kufees or a turban/
Claiming that they're god, or Allah's the god they're servin'/
But when I say I represent the Person Who made the earth and/
Present my case without cursin', they say I'm churchin'/
And on the streets that ain't working, they laugh at me/
They call themselves god, but they love sinning what audacity/
There has to be someone who understands, perhaps it be/
My sisters, but many of them are anti-chastity/
Sisters vainly hope that all will end well/
Then tell me how you reject Christ, but love yourself some Denzel/
For men and women sin's become a trend and a way of livin'/
Truly the anti Christ, humanist age has risen/
It's called "self-ism"---the fastest growing religion/
It's trapping people up like prison/
I'm on a mission boots laced, truth, grace, are my topics/
Biblical optics that can spot even the microscopic/
God's vision is x-ray, He sees every day plus the next day/
He sees through your Mary K/
Let's say He sees all things for real son/
Rophe, He heals all pain---we're dealin'/
With the one God, Savior and the Hope/
The only One to address the issue of sin like an envelope.


Verse 3:
I know it's bugged, you feel the tug, God's love is lovin' you/
But it's the city life, it's too attractive plus it's huggin' you/
But Satan muggin' you ‘cause although you're a hard rock/
You still don't know where you go when your heart stops/
All those jokes you make about you'll be in hell partying/
Sorry and you know those jokes are played out like Atari and/
No one's laughing ‘cause what happens is as soon as you'll/
Start to laugh you're all at another brother's funeral/
I'm not the bad guy, nah, I bare the pain with you/
But God can fix you, you've been torn, let Him re-stitch you/
I'm just a no name with no fame/
But I'd hate to see you mistake the real Christ for the man in the 8 x 10 frame/
It's no game, many people seem to think they've got the truth/
But truth is a Person, Jesus Christ the absolute/
I might be fan-less, and friendless and fameless/
But because my sin debt is paid my name is blameless/
Who can explain this, only the Lord could arrange this/
Divine rendezvous reminding you of Perfect Strangers/
Dig the blend like Tropicana Twister/
Godly and manly, just another hypostatic mixture.