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Flame - Break Bread
(from the album Rewind)
© copyright 2006, Cross Movement
Verse 1: How you livin’ and you don’t know Christ in your
life you crapped out dirty and I don’t roll dice what’s your
plans if we all goin’ die denyin’ His name you don’t know
who’s flyin’ them planes in the New York’s sky you don’t
know who’s lickin’ shots at aTyson fight and if it’s safe
for you to go back to Cali tonight man it’s God’s words I’m
just being His hype man and we gotta keep it beamin’ like
only the light can I ride the block on my 10-speed bicycle I
seen so many die and others end up in the hospital more than
a little but they don’t say on the news look at your heart
naw better yet look at your shoes do they travel down the
road to destruction that leads to death and put your soul to
corruption if I was you I would make a U-turn on the road of
life before I burn get to know the Christ
Hook: Break bread with us/ sit down and eat/ choose your
meal it’s real either milk or meat/ you see the milk is for
the simple and the meat is for the deep it’s time for the
church to talk with the streets (repeat Hook)
Verse 2: I seen cats pop “ecs” then next lose they head like
a guillotine now weigh that on the scale of your triple beam
it’s heavy ain’t it? Matter fact it’s scary ain’t it but
that’s a portrait or a picture that the hood painted but
sin’s got the definition of good tainted but we deny the
Savior the One that could change it and would change it if
we really wanted change but we really want a chain and we
really want a Range-Rover do anything but remain sober I
pray for you for when God says game over soldier no more
penalty flags on the play I read the Bible know its fina be
sad when He say “Depart from Me you worker of inquity, I
knew you not” I do not know you, you weren’t cold or hot you
lukewarm throw you up ain’t no pimps in heaven gettin’ crunk
holdin’ cups
Hook
Verse 3: It’s sorta like a C-section fam you need new
procedures in your life born again to be new with Jesus man
new like them Jordy sneakers do away with the old like them
big boy beepers fam it’s sorta like the block you on you
need a spot after death you can call your own man but
remember two places to dwell one is with God in heaven one
is with devils in hell fam it’s sorta like when Pac and
Biggie died you couldn’t believe it but please believe it
man all of us are leavin’ man and ain’t nobody else can save
us but Jesus can tryna tell you man that life is short a lot
of brave men are breathin’ on life support we all sinners in
need of a savior God ain’t takin’ D’s in the grade of
behavior
Hook