How can you be of god?
when you look, when you dress,
when you smell just like the world
do you see me as being bad,
a friend your children shouldn’t have,
just one glance and you know what i’m about
It’s not the length of my hair, it’s not the clothes that i wear
but it’s the cross that i bear
cause you know that i am
In the world not of it
cause we gotta show the world he loves them
even though we look the same we’re not the same
God where can i look for you?
what will it look like,
what will it be like when i gaze my eyes on you
will i find you a hungry man, will i find you in a prison,
or will i find you in the office of a church?