I was adopted but I was born with a purpose
Didn't know it at first until it rose to the surface
Now I have vision, the gospel tatted on my heart
They'd like to send me?
Well that's a magnet for the lost
I go and snatch them from the dark
Painting pictures of revival
It's my rite of passage from the start
A decade in the making
It all happened from a spark
When I was praying in my basement
I would rap without the charts
I ain't playin'
This is war
'Til everybody's heard the gospel
It's pedal to the floor
The Devil had me bound but now I'm settling the score
I'm winning lost souls
And only settling for more
Head first into a hurricane
Hitting the road 'til everybody's heard His name
Praying that my spark turns into a burning flame
Across the nations, generations
We want truth, not fabricated replacements
And the truth is what you're gonna get
Gold records, we had to run the set
Not from the past
From the next leaders of the new school
Setting new rules
Blowing past cats who act too cool
Ha, 'cause every venue, every mic I check
The situation is life or death
Swap me in the team, I hit in your city
So if you down for the cause or with me
Well pack your bags, time is now, let's go
Let-downs, set-backs, tribulations, trials
Tribulations, set-backs, let-downs
Set-backs, tribulations, trials
Tribulations, set-backs, let-downs
Set-backs, tribulations, trials
Tribulations, set-backs, let-downs
Set-backs, tribulations, trials
We were born for this

We were born for this

We were born for this
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We were born for this
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No matter how big you get, man
You still gotta answer to somebody
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Your boy never went to class, too busy mixing beats
Shout out to those who gave me food
When I forgot to eat
Locked in the dorm with a computer
Learning the user
Made over five hundred beats
'Fore I called myself a producer
And that was years ago, been building ever since
Gained an interest along the way
That's why I spit with so much strength
Ten thousand hours plus of practice
Sitting on that bench
Hip Hop Zama Rogers
Now it's my time to up and flex
Uh, man I ain't cocky man, I'm confident
In Jesus, so when you hate it's just a compliment
You know it's obvious, why?
Because as big as are my empty pockets
With the gospel, lost souls is what I'm about to get
Yeah that's the mission, that's the mind frame
Forget the Glock
I climbed the corporate ladder, got on my game
I re-invested all of my gains back into my brand
So I could tell these labels: "Hit the highway!"
Yeah, it's independence 'til the death of me
Gold records
This ain't a hobby, it's my destiny
I hid my face
And God gave us the recipe
To reach the lost
In fallen cities where we bless the streets
And I ain't stopping 'til I hit the grave
They say I'm pretty brave
Saying our country won't be saved
Well, hide and watch
And get ready to be amazed
'Cause this is the year God's letting me out the cage
I was born for this