[Intro - BPM 82] Yeah… they say they know Him… But the mirror shows a different picture… Gritty on the mic… rappin’ scripture… [Verse 1 - BPM 148] Churches packed with wolves in sheep coats, throats full of quotes but hearts full of smoke They weaponize the Word like a blade to the throat, turn the prodigal son to a permanent joke Soul deep damage, spiritual sabotage, “Come as you are” but make sure sin stays camouflaged Whitewashed tombs with dead bones on display, Pharisees flexing while the lost walk away Seen the hurt when the “saints” threw stones, called ’em unworthy, left ’em dying alone Misrepresentation so loud it drowns out the throne, turned the God of love to a heart carved from stone [Pre-Chorus - BPM 152] Don’t look to the pulpit for the perfect reflection Humanity’s broken, full of misdirection The real invitation ain’t in their acceptance… It’s a whisper in our chest, no need for perfection… [Chorus - BPM 145] God loves us where we’re at, no mask, no act, no checklist, no contract Broken, dirty, addicted, distracted... He still says “Come home, I got this” We don’t gotta be worthy, don’t gotta be clean, just open the door and let the King intervene He changes the heart once we ask Him to lead, turns the dirt in our soul to a beautiful seed Jesus never asked the thief for a résumé, loved the woman at the well in the light of day So why we frontin’ like we better than they? Real Christians love first... the rest just betray… [Verse 2 - BPM 150] Stop scanning the crowd for a flawless example, humanity’s canvas is cracked and unstable Look in the mirror, that’s the only true temple, where the Spirit meets us, wholehearted and gentle They scream “holier than thou” from ivory towers, while their secret sins bloom like toxic flowers Judgmental tongues sharper than Roman spears, crucifying souls year after year But Christ said “Love ’em like I loved you,” not “Shame ’em till they mirror you” Grace ain’t a transaction, it’s a transfusion, blood on the cross free from delusion You feel unworthy? That’s the lie they sold you, the oldest trick the enemy ever told you Jesus specializes in the disqualified, the outcast, the anxious, the broken and blue [Chorus - BPM 145] God loves us where we’re at, no mask, no act, no checklist, no contract Broken, dirty, addicted, distracted... He still says “Come home, I got this” We don’t gotta be worthy, don’t gotta be clean, just open the door and let the King intervene He changes the heart once we ask Him to lead, turns the dirt in our soul to a beautiful seed Jesus never asked the thief for a résumé, loved the woman at the well in the light of day So why we frontin’ like we better than they? Real Christians love first... the rest just betray… [Verse 3 - BPM 155] Once we let Him in, watch the transformation begin... not overnight perfection, but daily crucifixion of sin He don’t demand we arrive polished and prime, meets us in the valley, in the mess, in the grime Every stronghold breaks when the King steps inside, rewires the mind, resurrects what died From guilt ridden nights to peace that abides, from “I’m not enough” to “In Him I rise” He loves us at our worst, that’s the gospel unmasked The same blood that covered the thief now covers our past [Chorus - BPM 145] God loves us where we’re at, no mask, no act, no checklist, no contract Broken, dirty, addicted, distracted... He still says “Come home, I got this” We don’t gotta be worthy, don’t gotta be clean, just open the door and let the King intervene He changes the heart once we ask Him to lead, turns the dirt in our soul to a beautiful seed Jesus never asked the thief for a résumé, loved the woman at the well in the light of day So why we frontin’ like we better than they? Real Christians love first... the rest just betray… [Bridge - BPM 138] To every “Christian” hiding behind a cross necklace, throwing stones at the broken while flexing their own mess Christ is watching, heart heavy, eyes wet... “When you do it to the meek, you do it to Him” don’t forget This ain’t religion, it’s revolution in the chest Real faith starts when we lay it all to rest... the pride, the mask, the performative quest [Final Chorus - BPM 148] God loves us where we’re at, no mask, no act, no checklist, no contract Broken, dirty, addicted, distracted... He still says “Come home, I got this” We don’t gotta be worthy, don’t gotta be clean, just open the door and let the King intervene He changes the heart once we ask Him to lead, turns the dirt in our soul to a beautiful seed Listen... Jesus going mainstream, war in the spirit, this ain’t typical worship… this is freedom you’re hearing Gritty's spittin’ truth so the fake get exposed Real faith loud... watch the holy oppose… [Outro - BPM 82] Don't turn from Christ for the Christians mistakes we all sinners here, waiting to be saved Yeah... they say they know Him but do they honor His name… Jesus... alive in us , is the truth we proclaim...
