Back Home (The Ambassador)

[Chorus] You, in the Maybach Laid back with the wave cap Make your way back home You, in the Von Dutch Louis Vuittoned up Girl, your times up- come back home You, with the corn rows and the long fros Lookin' all swole, come back home You, pretty princess In the pink dress with the pink vest come back home [Verse One] I represent a people that fell through the cracks Their creative- you can tell it from the wealth of their raps They gotta story Which some are known to tell on their backs Or through graffiti Others use music and tell it through wax Take it back I would cause those are relevant facts But that was back when we were midgets on a elephant's back But today we're the elephants that Other people wanna stand on We're no longer still in the back But problems have emerged like the sellin' of crack Kids'll put a shell in a gat Then put a shell in your back And there's a gap between Hip-Hop and the church Leavin' them stranded like a rescue team stop to a search But now it's on That era's gone a new era's born They never met Christ They only met Farrakhan Well it's changing cause now we're pickin' up the pieces Expect to see the ecclesia givin' ya to Jesus [Chorus] [Verse Two] We're all apart of the original fall away In Adam we all fall and y'all it was all the way Yeah we're lost But the message of the cross has been bearin' fruit But only seems to be for lost souls wearin' suits Back in the day when my Pop's was growing up Saved or not on Sunday your hind parts was showin' up Forget it you headed directly to the steeple Church was on and poppin' especially for the Negro But today, Hip-Hop's got new affinities Money, power, and sex, and a lot of new trinities Church or the club? They'll chose club life quickly Look, you can find them in the club like 50 As for ushers I've seen theirs He dances without a shirt and the guy screams, "Yeah" Plus they get to see Lil' Jon It's ludacris if you think you're gonna see them read a little John [Verse Three] Peep God's people- called out of evil We do more than hang under a steeple Meet the lethal adversary call it the flesh A new status but a body with old habits- all of it meshed All with no rest we fight Can't just do what we please We're like kids and sin's like the new Chuck E. Cheese So, we strive to give him all not just 10 % Cause we're called to live life different not influenced Instead we influence things Been convinced sin ruins things No longer them sensual beings So it's gonna be tight And it's on every night But if loving sin is wrong, we wanna be right So each morning we fight and tell the body relax Don't feed the flesh and you watch how the body reacts We've gotta read Acts cause it's an all out war Kind of thing that you've got to be called out for [Chorus]