Letras:
Tobymac Diverse City

: I know you keep a journal and every page is rippled From the tears that you cry, ain't no meanin' to your scribble Cause words can't describe what

We gonna do it like it ain't been done before This is the slam this is the one We gonna spring you like you ain't been sprung They came from the cities

: We've been down to the bottom Stories we got 'em, when we hit rock bottom If you been there put your hands in the air To let the lost know that someone

praying for desire Like the bunny on the screen feel so energized Old shell gone without a trace, new face No more shortness of breath, new pace Live life now without the taste of fear TOBYMAC

: I'm staring unaware cause I'm in the zone It moves in like a fog on a seaside road Paralyzed by the signs and the deafening tone I'm on a lock like

on school days) spill Jim Jones (type kool-aid) All these primrose (style bouquets) I clip those (for doomsday) Got succulent flavor, the uprisen Savior Manifestin' thru these mics, blastin' out your graveyard Savor every bite that TOBYMAC

uhh, it's still me man [Toby:] Oh Sorry, I'm not much for conversation I need some time with God and a mental vacation TOBYMAC can't get to the phone

What you think of this here, gotta get with this here Diverse City, are you gonna get it this year? What you think of this here, gotta get with this here Diverse City

(feat. DC Talk) I know you keep a journal and every page is rippled From the tears that you cry, ain't no meanin' to your scribble Cause words can't