Break Bread - CANON, Derek Minor, Chad Jones

No more going in circles we know His way at last

And we ain’t straying He gave us power to stay the path

And we don’t sleep on His teachings we stay awake in class

And find faithful men to break bread like its made of glass

We wake up early and crash late

In the word seeking Jesus with the mad face

Exhorting brothas live ya life like its your last day

In worship being taught the same things like sum classmates

Gimme a fork, I’m at the Lord’s table with my kin

I need a bib, I’m so sloppy when I get it in

We on that soul food, help us loose the taste for sin

Gave me the itis, got me sleeping on haters again

You say you hungry, I’m telling you come eat

Give me some of your portion, you know that I’m greedy

And I’mma give you mine, nourish the body

Break bread, let’s finish the plate, communally

I’m sitting at the Lord’s table tryna break bread

What you holding on, better break bread

We eating over here, get a chair you can break bread

Aye what you got over there, I’m coming over trying break bread

Break bread

Many have one gift or got a talent to give to papa

Better worship him and edify your sister and your brosha

The spirit gave birth to your talent kinda like a masha

They ask use these gifts for the devil I tell them nada

Now And Our Talents did we get it from the spirit, then why

Do we Act selfish to those who helpless we sit by

Black ow blow black ow

Come to my house, with a big cow and

Come and sit down, come and get down

Serve it all and give 'em all your best now

Ok that bread ain’t yours did you earn whatcha holdin on

It’s the baker whose the maker

We should take and put our focus on

The savior said to take the oats and quake 'em microwave 'em bro

Oatmeal beat no meal the Spirit got you so filled

Cheers to life Ted Danson, we work as family Hanson

Or Jacksons, our talents, It’s all for one put hands in

If i got it, you got it, By Gods grace you profit

If you offer me nada, Hakuna Matata

I’m sitting at the Lord’s table tryna break bread

What you holding on, better break bread

We eating over here, get a chair you can break bread

Aye what you got over there, I’m coming over trying break bread

Break bread

We wrestle through the darkness with people until the day come

We take the truth and shoot it strait like a ray gun

And we strive to be diverse in our communities

All these colors got us looking like a box of crayons

In one faith and baptism we sharing them

With one God who’s high and flier than seraphims

So we sit at the table of the Lord God

Breaking bread looking like a bunch of vegetarians

I’m sitting at the Lord’s table tryna break bread

What you holding on, better break bread

We eating over here, get a chair you can break bread

Aye what you got over there, I’m coming over trying break bread

Break bread