Truth Travels FLAME (Ft. Thi'sl)

[Hook- X2]
Dawg the truth a travel
When we spit get a grip like boots and gravel
We bout to take it to the streets and scream from the roof tops
From the hood, to the burbs, to the booth, to the boondocks

[Verse One - Flame and Thi'sl]
Flame: A yo, This'I, I see our generation is fallen
Sick like Mardi Gras and we don't live in New Orleans
Real like '95 when bloods and crips was bangin'
When my homie said "Flame forget school I'm slangin'"

Thi'sl: They skip school they bangin
Roc choppin' and slangin', posted up they hangin'
Till he hit wit a banga

Flame: Now he's covered in blood but not the blood of Christ
His ice is bloody and not even his diamonds shine

Thi'sl: His soul is lifted, the sad part he wasn't gifted
With the gift of life through Christ we're given

Flame: STOP! Better yet go straight to the cross
The cross of Christ who came just to quicken the lost listen

Thi'sl: The word says He's the judge of the quick and the dead
The healing hands that restores us we sick in the head