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Intro
01:16
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Born And Bred
03:04
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I was born and bred for discontent,
But that wasn't fed by loneliness,
My passion was built by godly men,
In a city that struggles for breath,
You can't separate, what I am, from the place I'm from, but I'm not talking about location,
It’s the people here, that made me rethink my faith, and determine to change this world,
Some people tear down the place that I'm from,
But they forget I don't believe in borders,
I'm from more than a set of boundary lines,
I'm from family, from friends, product of prayers said,
I'm the product of this almost ghost town,
Alive with the songs of resistance,
So while you stand and talk I'll gather my friends,
And move mountains while you debate movements,
So say what you want about my hometown,
But I wouldn't trade anything for it,
It's made me the man that I am today,
It's a part of me take it or leave it,
We are not meant to live alone,
To bind our own broken hearts and broken homes,
Instead I've chosen a different way,
To be content with where I've been placed,
I've given up believing that geography can hold me,
I have a new master of my destiny,
I'll grow the most through community,
I'll submit myself to the mystery of family,
I'm the product of this almost ghost town,
Alive with the songs of resistance,
So while you stand and talk I'll gather my friends,
And move mountains while you debate movements,
So say what you want about my hometown,
But I wouldn't trade anything for it,
It's made me the man that I am today,
It's a part of me take it or leave it,
Cause I'm proud of where I'm from,
I'm proud of where I'm from,
I'm proud of where I'm from,
Wherever that is,
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Capacity To Suffer
03:11
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What kind of witness is this?
What are we teaching our kids?
When the cross and your flag are standing side by side,
Name of God on your lips as you watch them die,
You veil your violence in Christian rhetoric,
But pick you up that sword and you will die by it,
Not by our hand but from the hate that’s inside you,
Don't pretend your war is what Jesus would do,
Your Christian nation is a myth,
Your violence will perish with it,
You think you're the chosen ones of God,
Baptizing your profit wars by wearing that cross,
But when you meet me on the battlefield,
I'll stand before you with empty hands,
Because the true Christian would rather die,
Then see the innocent suffer,
Don't mistake our non-violence for weakness,
You will go through us to the helpless,
Give up now and join the winning side,
Cause to love our enemies were willing to die,
We will not hate you but we won't comply,
We will stand between you and those you want to die,
You can try and break us but we'll wear you down,
With our capacity to suffer,
So hateful and violent men, with crosshairs on the innocent, prepare to meet your judge,
So take your boot off the neck of those in poverty,
Or feel the wrath of heaven's armies,
We will keep turning the other cheek,
Until you see it's you that is weak,
This is a warning to all those who raise themselves to be kings on the backs of the weak, Your time has come and gone, Prepare to meet your Judge,
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We stand at the edge of an open door,
With perspective on everything that came before,
No more tears for eternity,
The church stands pure in the lamb's victory,
Now the sound of the saints bowed low,
Competes to be heard over thunder rolls,
The dead are raised to life again,
And they join in to praise His Name,
I'll give my life in praise,
To tell the world that the king of kings does reign,
I'll scream my life to prove,
That He'll make all things new,
Holy, Holy, Holy,
Is the Lord God Almighty,
Who was and is and is to come,
The Lion, Lamb and Son,
You are worthy to receive,
Glory and honor and power,
For you created all things,
And you have returned to resurrect them,
We watch it descend the city of our king,
New heaven and new earth God what restoration you bring,
But you oppressors who stood on the necks of the poor,
The full cup of his wrath has come to you,
The defender of the downtrodden has returned to seize,
Your kingdoms and bring justice for the least of these,
You had your moment of human praise,
But now every tongue will rise and proclaim,
Holy, Holy, Holy,
Is the Lord God Almighty,
Who was and is and is to come,
The Lion, Lamb and Son,
You are worthy to receive,
Glory and honor and power,
For you created all things,
And you have returned to resurrect them,
So make your choice,
Fear or Rejoice,
Cause my King is coming home,
My King is coming home,
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Beaten, starved, and killed as slaves,
So you can have what your heart craves,
Step into your favorite store,
What torture haven have you been paying for?
Your wallet is the gun to their head,
How many more poor workers will end up dead?
Before we realize the power we hold,
And stop people, bought and sold,
Corporations do as they please,
Bringing third world countries to their knees,
Making sure workers never get rights,
Murder union activists, who try and fight,
Women and kids in searing heat,
Making your clothes for food to eat,
Paid less than cents and worked to the bone,
Cause were told we're only worth what we own,
Blood sweat and tears in every piece,
Each dollar you spend stops their release,
Your wallet is the gun to their head,
How many more poor workers will end up dead?
Before we realize the power we hold,
And stop workers bought and sold,
Corporations do as they please,
Bringing third world countries to their knees,
Making sure workers never get rights,
Shooting union activists, who try and fight,
No laws can hold them back,
Bad conditions keep their profits in the black,
But I won't stand for this injustice,
I'll never be these killers accomplice,
Down with this oppressive regime,
Destroy the corporate profit machine,
We pay the bills of these corporate thieves,
They can't survive if the consumer leaves,
So why do you keep buying things,
When you know the hurt it brings?
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All Talk
02:49
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You think you're so badass like you don't care if you're even dead,
Screaming every hateful thing in your head,
You think it makes you tough to say you have no heart,
Like meaningless lyrics count as art,
We will see who's the tough guy now,
Cause it takes more courage to live in faith,
Than to run your mouth and die a waste,
But my words will mean so much more,
A light to the nations and an open door,
To more than just positivity,
To a creator, to community
So give up that hate that defines you,
Change the world by speaking what's true,
Give up that hate that defines you,
Patronize my faith and call me a fake,
But all you know are people that worship a state,
Can't separate patriots from Christians,
And see that we probably agree on them,
You don't care what hate you spew,
Ignorant lyrics sell albums and that's what matters to you,
I'm so sick and tired of listening to your meaningless speech,
This world needs help and you've been given a platform to teach,
Shut your mouth,
So either make it count or shut your friggin mouth,
I'll scream louder and longer, I'll drown you right out,
Shut your mouth,
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This is for my boys in HP,
Living that American dream 15 minutes from me<
And this is for their grandmothers,
Raising a generation without fathers,
This is for the prostitutes,
Caught trying to live by being abused,
This is for every kid lost and lonely,
That thinks a slit wrist will set them free,
The spirit of the lord is upon me,
To announce the year of jubilee,
To bring good news for the poor to hear,
That the King's return is coming near,
This is for every sweatshop slave,
Working 100 hour weeks with one foot in the grave,
This is for the heroine addict,
Trying to escape with one more hit,
For the AIDs victim with moments to live,
Whose been dealt the hardest hand that life can give,
This is for anyone who is trying to cope,
A needs to hear that Christ is all our hope,
This is all my hope and peace,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus,
This is all my righteousness,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus,
Now by this I’ll overcome,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus,
Now by this I’ll reach my home,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus,
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