Church in tha Jungle - Şevin, Faith Pettis

Church in the jungle, pray for my hood

We bring the good news where it isn’t good

Revival in the land of the homicide

I keep my Bible in my hand where the mamas fly

Church in the jungle, pray for my hood

We bring the good news where it isn’t good

Revival in the land of the homicide

I keep my Bible in my hand where the drama thrives

I swing through west side with the Word in the juke

Top down, blow the brain out the ride yup, murder the coup

We turn it up 'til we burnin' the soup

Just me and my dawgs, turnin' hooch

The whole squad brindle, MOB symbol on the back of the jeans

And the faculty in back of me is actually kings

Apply pressure 'til they crack at the seams

They say the gift’s grimy, well at least the package is clean

He gave the law but I disobeyed it

By His grace reconnected, I was dislocated

Thank God that a nigga made it

I am the devil’s problem, I am forever mobbin', figure eight it

The enemy be putting a lot of energy into bringing an end to me

But it ends up being vain, they must be mentally insane

I rep the Trinity, before they finish me

The industry is gon' remember Jesus' name

Church in the jungle, pray for my hood

We bring the good news where it isn’t good

Revival in the land of the homicide

I keep my Bible in my hand where the mamas fly

Church in the jungle, pray for my hood

We bring the good news where it isn’t good

Revival in the land of the homicide

I keep my Bible in my hand where the drama thrives

You can find me on that blacktop, hoodie on, black socks

Where they push that crack rock and always keep a fat Glock

I ain’t scared, it’s the streets that I’m charged with

They be hurtin' and them streets is where the scars sit

I’m whipping the coke, you broke, you pushing assault

Now I keep my schedule wrapped up pushing this hope

To the people that’s broke, mentally and physically low

Looking for mo', devil try to block, I kick in the door

Reaching for souls, real faith got us stretching these loans

To keep us straight like the starch in your clothes

It’s the MOB, hardened solder, we ain’t made to fold

We the clay, He’s the potter, Jesus made the mold to save our souls

We on the road, Jesus stay in the jungle, better check the scrolls

We on the same narrow path the disciples rode

They had church in the wild if you didn’t know

It’s the MOB Hooked On God if you didn’t know

Church in the jungle, pray for my hood

We bring the good news where it isn’t good

Revival in the land of the homicide

I keep my Bible in my hand where the mamas fly

Church in the jungle, pray for my hood

We bring the good news where it isn’t good

Revival in the land of the homicide

I keep my Bible in my hand where the drama thrives