When You Step

In the hood you get props if you shot somebody
 If you got shot, everybody thinks you tight
 Lives being taken' fast like a Mazarati
 How we give a thug props cause he takes a life
 If you get locked then you get stripes for doing some time
 Get praised like Christ for doing the crime
 Wrote this song at night with you on my mind
 Doing anything in life cause you wanna shine
 I know we living in America where we got everything that we need
 But yet we still don't know
 About anything or why we exist
 So we keep poppin Crys trying to chase that dough
 Yea it's true
 And we love to party
 All the ladies trying to make their figures look like Barbies'
 All along while we dying inside
 Cause we spiritually blind and we don't hear the Lord calling
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 Now when you step do you step to the beat of your own drum?
 Now when you step do you step with the king who is awesome?
 Now when you step do you step... are you marching in line man?
 Step up, let's go, walk right, run it back now
 Step up, let's go, walk right run it back now
 Are you marching in line main?
 Step up, let's go, walk right run it back now
 Step up, let's go, keep it crackin like O O O!
 They don't want truth so they can't see error
 They ain't come up in the C.C era
 Wanna see Ceara in the PC area
 Like they get trapped in the B.C era
 See error they don't see Pharaoh holding the whips
 Might seem narrow
 Can't see the Devil man blowing them a kiss
 Give 'em what they want
 But ain't showing them the risk
 Showing them the ice
 Showing them the rest
 Showing them the life
 But ain't showing them the rest
 -rest like a little bit of sleep
 They shop the mall in the middle of the week
 Walk out with bags like a little bit of sleep
 Won't work Wednesday like the middle of the week
 Drummer plays just to get 'em on their feet
 And they step to the step to the rhythm of the beat
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 In the hood you get props if you poppin' work
 If you try to work some cats think you soft
 Say you gotta have heat when you walk the block
 Cause on the streets you never know what's popping off
 But that's the way we make it
 We slaves to all that
 We gots to fall back and think about life
 Cause it's precious and it's sacred
 A gift from Christ that we can't get twice
 Yea I know that we chase the riches
 We must admit this it add significance
 Or at least we think it does
 And when it fails we inhale and drink it up
 So we drown in our own depression
 And keep suppressing the truth that we know
 Of the fact that God exist
 And we dismiss the question of where will we go when we die?
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