Pavement Pulpit (Kingdom Country Trap Remix)

[Intro] [Dark piano and a distant weeping cello. Pentecostal spoken word delivery] Jesus, u are the King of kings! U are above all & hold all power! We are in the darkness, Lord, lost without sight! Give us sight to see through the blackest night! Erica's by my side & we're ready to ride! Thank u for a wife formed by the hottest fire in the crucible of pain. We Ride for Jesus the lamb! We Ride for God The Father! Lord give us strength in a world so lost in sin. Now we are covered by the blood, warriors for the cross! Be with us Father, or the mission fails! Thank u in Jesus' mighty name. Amen!!! Hallelujah! Alright Let's Go! [Verse 1] [Beat drops hard with cracking snare and heavy 808s] We walkin through the world on the faith of the Spirit. So many lost, bitter souls cryin out, & I hear it. Lord help the lost be found by your saving grace Let the lonely be given someone with a kind face I've been lost, lonely, with a deep soul kinda hurt Trapped in the trenches, treated like I'm just dirt! I was bleeding on the sidewalk, screaming at the sky While the "holy" congregation in their luxury drove by! They roll the windows up 'cause the struggle smells like death They got a million-dollar building, ignoring my last breath The Savior ain't up in the steeple hiding from the rain He's out here with me and Erica, walking through the pain! [Pre-Chorus] [Beat strips back. Vocals get extremely passionate] U want the truth?! It's sharper than a double-edged sword! These cowards in the pulpit ain't reflectin the Lord! [Chorus] [Full beat drops. Huge, emotional, tearjerking delivery] The real sanctuary ain't built with glass and wood! It's out here in the trap houses, deep in the hood! Where the Sadducees and Pharisees refuse to go tread! Where the living water's needed to awaken the dead! Lord, break down the doors of the hypocrite's church! We taking the gospel to the ones in the lurch! Yeah, we occupying trenches where the shadows are deep! We the shepherds in the pavement going after the sheep! [Verse 2] (Flow is aggressive, spitting venom at the religious hypocrisy) The chosen ain't the ones standing up on the stage The chosen are the ones who are breaking the cage It's the drug addict fighting through the withdrawal shakes Giving away his last dollar for his brother's sakes It's the alcoholic sitting on the hospital bed Sharing half of his sandwich so a stranger is fed Matthew 25, Jesus laid out the exact facts It ain't about your doctrine, it's about your acts! The pastor in a suit turning blind to the streets But Backwoods Real Talk bringing heat to the beats We ain't playing dress-up, this ain't a Sunday routine We scrubbing out the gutters till the city is clean! [Bridge] (Beat cuts out completely. Just a raw piano. Tearjerking) Jesus wept for the city, wept for the broken. We gotta be the hands, let the true Word be spoken. Take the love from the altar... and put it in the street! I said take the love from the altar... and put it in the street! [Chorus] (Explosive drop. All instruments crashing in) The real sanctuary ain't built with glass and wood! It's out here in the trap houses, deep in the hood! Where the Sadducees and Pharisees refuse to go tread! Where the living water's needed to awaken the dead! Lord, break down the doors of the hypocrite's church! We taking the gospel to the ones in the lurch! Yeah, we occupying trenches where the shadows are deep! We the shepherds in the pavement going after the sheep! [Outro] (Music fades to just the cello. Spoken word, breathless) Father God... Burn the religious pride out of us! Strip away the suits, the titles, and the platforms! If we ain't in the mud with the broken, we ain't with You! Bless the outcasts. Bless the addicts. Use Backwoods Real Talk Ministries to shake hell! Me and Erica... we are Yours. Send us to the dark. In the mighty name of Jesus Christ! Hallelujah! Amen. [End]