Hook (After Edmund) Running with us, or you can hate me But it'll be hard to shut us down Verse 1 Okay, Call your man, call your girl, tell them all to call their bluff/ Tell them call the stations and ask them why they hate on us/ Took an ouch for His people just so He can stay in touch/ Check the record books it's better off you run with us/ Call us punks, call us weak, call us chumps, call us dumb/ Call the verizon network and still see it's not enough/ On the cable on the web, on the phone they call us wack/ Go ahead and try to shut us down, ain't no app for that/ Hook Verse 2 Listen, I like to tell the truth, don't like to save face/ Born in H-town, got the words to save face/ Christian means that when I eat the meat I say my grace/ If only God could judge you how you plan to beat the case/ Can't beat it, mike jack, couldn't neither it/ All you get is one life, can't rewind or repeat it/ I will do this till the day I take my last breath/ Beautiful feet I'm running till I take my last step/ There's nothing they can do to stop what the Lord's doing/ Radio don't play us, television mock us/ The truth is still spreading, there's no way they can stop us/ Pharisees throw stones at my glass house/ But they don't see they own reflection when they bad mouth/ You can lie, you can hate, you can run us down/ But in the end, the gates of Hell couldn't shut us down/ Hook Verse 3 Some think we're a mess some calling us blessed/ A mic and a stage don't always equal success/ Sometimes a bigger platform only brings stress/ I watch my life and doctrine and pray for the best/ AT told me let your light shine homes/ Even if they wanna see you crash like Dow Jones/ It's like Matt 16 who can come against it/ You can be a Pharisee or you can be a witness/ If we stay in the church the world calls us religious/ If we go on mtv, the saints think were trippin/ If we try to hit the streets then we're some thugs in sin/ With those spectatin' you can't expect to win/ It's hard to make decisions when theory's clouded your vision/ Sometimes I'm confused with who is my opposition/ I think I heard cheers when I fumbled the ball/ They claim they're on our team but praying for our fall/ Hook (After Edmund) Running with us, or you can hate me