FOREIGN EXCHANGE
Vibe with me now…

VERSE 1
We on the same team taking this overseas
We on the same beam I hope you oversee
Amphibious flows rowing across the seas
Melodies, auditory choreography
Jesus is the vine and the Father the vinedresser
People are the branches you gotta stay tethered
Mr. Fog on the mic Jules Verne foretold it
The beat is my boat and the vibes are potent
Lost in translation N.I.V. that’s the script
Soak in the aroma of Christ before I let it rip
Let it leak, spill like oil over water
Part of the kingdom you can me Gibraltar
Too many MCs not enough Christ
We’ve so many stars but not enough light
Yeah we building each other through time and space
This is the purpose of foreign exchange (get it?)

CHORUS
They said that we can’t be working together
To please the Father
They said, hatuwezi uungana
Kumsifu Bwana

VERSE 2 (Davis Absolute)
We on the same team taking it oversees
Never know what could come of this life and even though it seems
Hopeless in the struggle or the cut cannot sew the seams
Recognize and submit to the God who reigns over kings
Even at my lowest been told I should hold it
My head above my shoulders and keep walking in His boldness
Draw closer to the Poet who spoke the world into motion
And things are still moving even when I don’t know it
He is watching, leading, drawing my heart closer
What will it profit a man to lose his soul within the ocean?
Of nonsense so after we try to flow with what the world brings
But His word is what the world needs
I find joy in knowing that I can reconnect
With different people different places the same dialect
As we dialogue about an awesome God
I’m reminded that His children He’s called us all Amen

CHORUS

BRIDGE
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That takes the word oversees
To set the captives free (set the captives free)
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
Was made for a time like this
All for you and me (for you and me)

VERSE 3 (Nasara)
Trying to make this raps travel like Gulliver
Reformed Monster with the ink Ed Sullivan
Mzeiya ukitaka vitu mimi skupi bruh
Groupie nah ni ma disciple tuna jishughlisha
A lyrical transcription of the borderless
Dead men walking right here we murder flesh
Makadesh sanctified by the Father mayne
The best gift you can give another is to be yourself

CHORUS