He a urban missionaryA urban missionaryHe swoop down with some news thats goodHe a urban missionaryA urban missionaryHe learned the gospel and bring it to the hoodHe a urban missionaryA urban missionaryHe swoop down with some news thats goodHe a urban missionaryA urban missionaryHe learned the gospel and bring it to the hoodOnce upon a time I was posted on the blockWith a 40 on my hip and a pocket full of rocksOut there acting bad steady duckin, dodging copsSeen a whole bunch of people so I pulled over stoppedIts some church folks I would say to my surpriseThen this preacher came to me asked what else I do but grindI stood there for a minute and I took a little timeI told Imma rapper so he asked me for some rhymesWhen I finished rapping he stood there with a smirkThen he asked me could he take me to some rappers from his churchHe took me to this dude that look just like meWith some Tims on his feet and a fresh white teeWhen that dude spit I seen the fire in his eyesHe told me for my sins was the reason Jesus diedI told him that was dope, and I asked him whats his nameHe reached and shook my hand and told me it was FlameHe a urban missionaryA urban missionaryHe swoop down with some news thats goodHe a urban missionaryA urban missionaryHe learned the gospel and bring it to the hoodHe a urban missionaryA urban missionaryHe swoop down with some news thats goodHe a urban missionaryA urban missionaryHe learned the gospel and bring it to the hoodI know this dude that live off in the worst part of the cityWhere bangers get bust and them boys live grittyRight outside his crib they be posted sellin dopeBut he moved there cuz he know the gospel bring hopeHe take em in his crib bring em right up off the streetsGive em food for the belly and some books they can readI'm glad he moved in cuz he so into a needIf it weren't for dudes like him I'll be still smoking weedOut the on the block tryna come up on some g'sProbably be up in my grave may I rest or I peaceHe took us in his crib and let us meet his wifeI was already saved but that day changed my lifeI sat and told stories how that drama got realHow they shot up in his crib, wife almost got killedI sat there with tears in my eyes, every word that he spoke lit a fire deep insideIf you everytake a trip to the westside of the chiLord life that boy up and his name ron dyeHe a urban missionaryA urban missionaryHe swoop down with some news thats goodHe a urban missionaryA urban missionaryHe learned the gospel and bring it to the hoodHe a urban missionaryA urban missionaryHe swoop down with some news thats goodHe a urban missionaryA urban missionaryHe learned the gospel and bring it to the hoodThere's a dude on the corner that's out there smoking weedThat need to hear the truth cuz the truth will set him freeThere's a baby in the building that don't got no foodCuz her momma on the block, tryna get it from them dudesAin't nuthin wrong with you goin over seasBut there's people on your same street need to be freedIf you wanna do a mission you ain't gotta look farCuz some people who need to hear the truth in ya backyardOn the bustopGirls at the beauty shopDudes at the barbershopThe people at the carwashThe dude sitting next to you at the coffee shopWe suppoze to hit the hood til it look like God's blockUntil we die we some urban missionariesUntil we underground and in the cemetaryIt's time to go to war ain't no time to be scaryThey need the living water that flowing out ya bellyHe a urban missionaryA urban missionaryHe swoop down with some news thats goodHe a urban missionaryA urban missionaryHe learned the gospel and bring it to the hoodHe a urban missionaryA urban missionaryHe swoop down with some news thats goodHe a urban missionaryA urban missionaryHe learned the gospel and bring it to the hood
