(Intro) [The Tonic]
Hey, its 5 in the morning (Whoo)
The young boy ready to get in here (hahaha)
TRUTH, CM, Hey you grown now (get it)
Yea

[Verse I: Da' TRUTH]
We do missions for Christ Jesus
And we don't need to rock suits, cause we can preach the Gospel in our wife beaters
White sneakers, striped Adidas, like to speak the Truth
The Good News to hood dudes or to whomever's listening
Cause every listener ain't grow up a thug and everybody ain't been popped with a slug
Matter of fact, matter fact, most of y'all probably grew up just like me
You ain't never put your lips to a drug
Probably grew up pretty normal
Probably grew up in a warm home
You ain't never grow up strapped having to scrap over wardrobes
And you ain't never been the type to like cornrows
Many y'all grew up with pretty decent morals
And you were taught that all roads lead to Him
That's why it sounds so crazy when we be like "Yo, believe in Him," (breath) breathe again
Seek and you'll find, the past is repeating itself it's like the streets on rewind
Move forward ain't you sick of the boredom ain't you sick of the grind
The brick of mortar, without surely being assured
Of where you going when you die, we can provide you with truth
Young dudes serving God in our youth, and it's like