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

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

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