Chorus Is it a crime for me to walk these streets? Dressed in these clothes and feeling these beats? Must you presume criminal things of me? Because the outside appearance is all you can see? (Open your eyes!) And is it wrong for me to enter God’s house With my cap and baggy jeans looking gangsta’d out? Must you presume criminal things of me? Because the outside appearance is all you can see? (Open your eyes!) Navigator Young, black and wear baggy jeans so automatically In the eyes of many I come under scrutiny All you can see is the outside appearance So it’s natural that the average man on a dark night would fear us That’s cool, I’m not offended, don’t feel apprehended ‘Cause eventually my character will no doubt be manifested I refuse to be labelled by outside apparel I could wear rags but my spiritual man is outlined for battle Walk with a royal mindset; I’m the son of a King When King returns these men in jeans will be governing Running things, cos what we believe in is the truth That’s why we’re more integral than 100 men in business suits You will see that Jesus lives in me, this temple’s clean Stay obedient to The Father’s will and live out my destiny If what I’m wearing limits your view then that’s too bad While I pray for the sick in baseball top and du-rag. Chorus McGladius In men’s hearts are hidden things we would weep to see The innermost desire is to know what it means to be free Your climbing a tree, that’s roots are severed and dieing How long will it be till you tire out and stop trying? True strength is found in accepting that we’re weak It’s getting on our knees and washing our brothers feet What I’m spitting is like hearing a foreign language Translated it has the power to cease the grips of anguish Shame is a liar; he’d have us hide our face in the ground God whispers ‘beauty is found in the midst of breakdown’ Can we brave the storms, let go of our pasts? The only face that God will remove is the mask And step-by-step we can re-build and transcend Not with bricks and mortar, but with the hearts of men See this world-changed cause we’ve achieved solidarity As confusion subsides, our new identity brings clarity Chorus Phonetix: They say that beauty is I the eyes of the beholder But most of the beholders are busy looking over their shoulders And beauty is slowly leaving this world And love turns to hate and selfishness unfurls And now it’s a crime for me to speak my faith Government saying I’m out there inciting religious hate The same government that says they’re trying to free us Are actively inciting the UK to hate Jesus. And for real the church isn’t doing much better Instead of getting hands dirty they sit and write letters Too self-obsessed with what’s going on in the church To notice the anguish outside the doors of the church Too many haters, too slow to tire These clothes are just covering a heart that’s on fire And if you want to challenge us then first check the fruit And hear the resounding voice of thousands of youth inspired