Courtland Urbano - Redeem lyrics

[Intro] So what they gon' say about us, huh? Early 21st century, humanity, when history tells the truth America on the brink of war, with three countries consecutively And the church? Well, one part was making reality shows about decadence And the other? Man, they wrote blogs about how the first part was wrong And the rest? Well, they ain't have running water Or the governmental right to practice their faith So they just died off They say our nation is on it's way to hell As if it's ever been in Heaven In the first place It's time to REDEEM time [Verse 1] He be morphin' the pimp, hustler, and rapist to co-laborers And them muy mal female canines, come see the change in ‘em It relates to the laymen, our mistakes ain't go to waste, boy The Redeemer did just that then sent us right back to ya Huh, Wake up, come join the winning circle and come hang wit us Swoop through, we stroll as royalty in full regalia And don't love the old us that's pitiful necrophilia The nasty made clean, there's no rewind just redeem [Hook] It's such a fortunate failure And tossed into that sea of forgetfulness Redeem, redeem Helpless to change our past But great was Elohim to redeem, redeem There's no rewind Just redeem, redeem [Verse 2] It's pieces of perfect symphony A Mozart of irony The Vincent Van Gogh that only paints with serendipity He be dippin' His brushes into messy blotches of coincidences And attackin' that canvas like every splatter had a destiny Broaden y'all's lenses a little wider you'd see that perfect symmetry Redeemed Boy, it's all on purpose I'm still off on purpose My Papi takes the worthless And brandishes a stamp of one-of-a-kind and priceless A cosmic thrift shopper, Macklemore could only imagine Buyin' stuff He made Himself from dust and words In other words: us And this is all my confidence for the 626 and the Exodus If you certain you was blood purchased Please come stand wit us [Hook] [Verse 3: Lee Green] My dad was a preacher and a doctor But with me he didn't bother Section 8 was momma's wisdom How we'd sleep but it was warmer I would grieve, I would dishonor I would speak but it was drama Sleep while she was workin' harder So that we could make it further Failed school or smoke the money, guilt I'm sweeping on my father As if his absence was reason for making my momma a weeping martyr My efforts sandcastles that just wait for beaching waters Until I heard who wrote my life, and saw that Jesus was the author See, a ba*tard is robed in curses, what man has disposed as worthless God chose to bestow a purpose, His show's when they close the curtains He blows on His coals of words, in our bellies they glow a furnace The soul of a person that knows that he's purchased will explode in worship I hear stories that have pa**ed, His invitations, trash the antiques, past parade a pageant of his graces Epistles of bone believe his blood is active validation Weigh your faults against the cross and see who has enough to pay them [Hook]