The Fall (The Ambassador)

Sometimes I pause rappin' and wonder what all happened Read Genesis 1—stunner, you'll start clappin' Read Genesis 3—you'll see a fall that's been Keeping us all flattened Like what we would call backspins Back then—the fall was immediate Sin enter in but as a foreign ingredient It's getting worse Man's livin' in a curse First—different hurts Then worse, he's endin' in a hearse It wouldn't be so bad if I ain't read those passages And see so graphically that we were majesty We were designed for rulin' Could've caught us snackin' with a pack of lions just coolin' I try to picture how it might be Seeing life rightly, nightly getting' it in w/ wifee No strife B Just different paths that we'd site see Chillin' like raspberry ice tea [Hook] I'm the living God and I made you Though you've fallen hard I can raise you Though your name's in lights I see your pain and strife And I'm the only God that can save you I'm the living God and I made you Even though you broke my heart I can change you I can give you life 'Cause I paid the price And I'm the only God that can save you It was boomin'—love between humans They both loved God and they'd rush to communion Seemed too legit to quit just like Hammer Next scene—wooop—they tripped and slipped like bananas Now fast forward The cast—you're it Can't ignore it You're in it—you didn't have to ask for it We're like the crack baby who got jacked way before birth It sure hurts and that's crazy Yet it's evident—we're in Adam—we get a portion Sin's inherited and we've inherited a fortune Now the block ain't safe; dudes chop their weight To make moves they've got to glock their waist No love, they're so thug they would pop their race The whole club scene is bugged and it's not so chaste No love, they're so thug they would pop their race The whole club scene is bugged and it's not so chaste [Hook] You might think this is pointless The point is I point kids to God and His anointed I too used to need a blunt to crack a smile Others' needs exceeded the weed they needed to crack a vile Though we party a lot the party'll stop That's when we'll see what the party is not It's not an answer for life's cancer It's not a chance to fix the broke It only can coat like Mylanta The truth—we're just people we're feeble and frail You can see we're not free like people in jail Tried money, sex, weed Yes—you seek and you fail Can't sleep, your situation is bleak and it pale Don't forget in the text Genesis 4 to 6 Proves the Lord is the Creator and He's more than vex And yet, He's got grace and agape I pray for your lives sake You'll wake and hear God say as His heart breaks...