Imagine - W.L.A.K., Swoope, Dre Murray

Today I can see a fallen world

And I can only imagine them

Falling in love with you

Falling in love with you

Kids selling crown just to be a king

Hit the block and lose sleep just to get a dream

Can’t explain the Trinity but wizzes at the triple beam

You think his aim is bad you should see the flipping team

No Martin Louies, couple Sam Bowies

Strapped with the toolie call em out you might hear a ring

These suckas on the TV be the leaders

We screaming at kids blind, but they swearing they can’t see a thing

The people perish but they deem em all worthless

So without Mr. Warren I know I got a purpose

Add in the team and I feel like I’m in surplus

We so high Greg Noll couldn’t surf us

Newest cat in CR, they was raising the bar

And I was eating mad beats, wanna see more?

Feed me, feed me

If I wrote this story you probably wouldn’t believe me

But believe me, we do it all the time

Cuz where I’m from just because you seek doesn’t mean you find

Burdened with the burnings of this purpose in every single line

Flirting with the worthless when I worry that they feel my rhymes

I do it all the time just wanna be some kings though

But we can’t be following ways that we know

Don’t act like you don’t know

Kings die every day, but we live forever, kings who die every day

What a complicated statement

And it doesn’t make sense because its all in how you say it

Complimenting contradictions how do I explain this

God beginning to make us like Himself, it’s crazy ain’t it?

Royalty is my positioning because He paid it

All at the cross He died, the one who made us

And so you understand us when we call ourselves kings

He only gave us crowns so we could put 'em at His feet, yeah!

I daydream, but then I wake up to the smell of the top dog

And Hell’s jail cell they developing hot bars

But if they so hot y’all then why ain’t they melting the locks off

And seldom do we help them cuz we felt something drop jaws, amazement

We paid em, propel em to top charts, encore

Put our lion king in the cages

We’d probably entertain the elephant in the room

Pop cultures, popcorn, religion

Got all the Christian rappers tryna be rock stars

Admit it or not, oh, stop, pause and listen

It’s not art commission without cause or vision

Yo, this is cinema rap, no bootleg

Come be my mini Fiasco and Lupe’s loop played me

An hour in the theater of my soul it’s hard to get solace

But yes Lord, I accept Your scepter

It’s Solomon’s Song from the Prodigal Son who left ya

Here for a reason, not a contingency

Was an empty seed just a fetus formed with a Matt Damon chemistry

Till the Trinity’s entity entered me with a re-born identity

Now I remember things, I’m a king instantly

Cuz I was bought with a lot of blood

I enjoyed that invoice, unemployed

The boss got me fired up, Jeremiah’ed up

Lets open the Bible up

Speaking of 20:9, loop it to 29:11, uh uh

Look what his plans do to me

King lives inside of me so what can man do to me?

Cross got me fired up what the Klan do to me?

Preach without a pulpit, teach without a podium

Each with the tools that’s given the world the sodium

They parched, the salt I’m speaking of ain’t the Jolie one

Cause we only come to thirst for the King through his holy son, Jesus