God Man

God Man

You say you would die for your block/ and you
would die for your dawgs/ but would you get on the cross
and then die for us all/ I can hear Him cryin' "Let this cup
pass from Me"/ yet some sin against Holy Ghost which is
blasphemy/ now picture pain the worst on earth ever
existed/ experienced the mischief/ endureth the crucifixion/
He died although 40 percent wouldn't believe/ see He died
although 10 percent wouldn't receive/ see He died
although 20 percent wouldn't understand/ and only 30
percent reverenced Him as the Son of Man/ now knowin'
this He still said "Nevertheless, not My will but let Yours be
done"/ 33 years of pain, sufferin' and sorrow/ rejection,
ridicule in a tomb that was borrowed/ foxes have holes,
birds have nest/ but even the Son of Man didn't have a
place to rest

They forget You're the Godman/ Your Word says You
were tempted on every hand/ yet they promise up and
down that you don't understand/ could it be an excuse to
continue in sin/ could it be in their greed that they want
more/ as if dyin' on the cross wasn't enough for them/ let's
pretend and defend like it's the last rhyme/ this is what I
would say to persuade minds/ listen

The first Adam straight died with his bride/ and the
second Adam straight died for His bride/ and we have a
high priest who can really sympathize/ with our
weaknesses and see the lies/ and the disguise in us lived
in Nazareth that's similar to our urban streets/ til He was 30
and rejected by His town peeps/ know what it's like to be
shun, hung, spit upon/ and still be the Son and one with the
Father/ feel the agony of the main people hatin' on you/ the
ones that read about you and suppose to be waitin' on you/
know what it's like to be dogged out/ but gotta fight cause
you called out/ plus in the garden of Gethsemane/ He made
the choice to surrender to His enemies/ know what it's like
to walk the earth and get no love/ treated so cold like
hands and ice with no gloves

No tongue should ever speak He don't know
strugglin'/ heartache, heart break and sufferin'/ spit on,
whipped on, and thrown down/ a prophet without honor in
His hometown own town/ we waitin' to see the
spectacular and miraculous/ He cracked the grave and
resurrected the miraculous/ showed His love and died for
us while we were yet sinners/ you're either generation X or
blessed winners/ took many lashes and then shed blood/
cried and sweat blood/ God, now that's love that's love/
what more can He do than He's already done/ than to love
the world so much that He sent His only begotten son/
what more can He do to say that He loves your life/ than to
wrap in human flesh and become the Christ