My Clothes My Hair

The Ambassador

So many people are hurt inside 
Don't even know him even though they might have heard of God 
Can He love me? Will He hear my prayer? 
Or, think I'm ugly when He see's my clothes or sees my hair 

I heard of a Savior heard He bled and died 
We could give Him our sins and we could get his life 
Yet I wonder for me if He will He even care 
When He sees my clothes or when he sees my hair 

[Verse One] 
Let me get up in this verse right now 
I'm thinking back to when we first got down 
I only groped but when you searched I found 
Snatched quick though you knew how I acted 
That's what's sick, I was a pick that you drafted? 
A backflip with a split couldn't be more backwards 
In fact that's classic 
I love to see your tactics 
But I think back to when I'd shrink back on the real B 
It's real deep; I really thought you could never feel me 
Cause my shirts were double X when really I was a small 
Double shirts for the effect when really it wasn't called for 
Pants baggie- they sagged and dragged on the floor 
But I was never that boy to show the back of his draws 
But I did hang, kicked slang, me and my boys did 
Rocked doo-rags till it put a crease in our foreheads 
And on the surface others said we were worthless 
But I'm glad you purposed to love us and you made us your purchase 


[Verse Two] 
I was convinced of your power so I was down to comply with Your standard 
Your God the Father- Creator- I was your product 
But I noticed my focus it wasn't on You; my hope was you would 
Meet me heaven but as for earth I'd roll with the hood 
I really didn't want your heaven- just didn't want hell more 
I really didn't want your presence- just didn't want hell more 
I didn't know you were beautiful 
You made advances but in fact I'd push you back like a cuticle 
I was a bad date 
But, now I know what it was you got lumped in with some people like a crab cake 
They elevate their own; they celebrate 
They make their own what's right 
They say it's what you like 
Everything else- they make it wrong 
I'm glad you don't hate our music or fashion 
Unless these things and how you intend us to use 'em are clashin' 
Cause for us, this is just a part of the culture 
But it's the reason why some think they shouldn't try to approach ya 

Man sees the outside 
But God sees the inside 
No matter your outside 
Through faith He'll come inside (2x) 


[Verse Three] 
I could weep 
So many people never heard of the name 
Yeah they heard the word "Jesus" but never heard of His fame 
They feel cut off from Him 
Not just cause of their sin 
But because of their clothes, hair, or their color of skin 
And they've been afloat- drowning in sin, we're in a boat 
Yet they've never been approached 
Cause we see them as different folks 
God's offer's universal- yeah 
He wants you in His circle- yeah 
He wants you in the doo-rag 
And He wants you in the purple hair 
You can just take a cursory 
Glance at the word and see 
God made the plans of diversity 
Is there one godly ethnic group 
In the church should we all wear one polyester suit 
Or maybe rock sandals and robes, no ham I suppose 
When we meet maybe we should only eat salmon and loaves 
Should we only like the organ or the violin 
I'm inquirin', I admire men up in the choir and women 
But one minute, why do some people assume that God's iPod 
Got no tunes that got the "boom-bap" 
He's with White, with Black, with Lat 
With Asian with Rock, Country, Jazz, with Rap