In my city, that’s where God belongs
In my city, cause He run it anyway, He run it
Look, Psalms 14 uno, you know
He says in his heart God don’t exist, fool though
Who created the stars, planets like ours
Pluto and Mars, you need the proof? though the truth is so in the art
This the living God that I serve
Made everything in a minute with a single word
Even taking care of the bees and even the birds cause the truth is taking care of the people who read the Word
Don’t chu see our sin brought a curse
Christ redeemed us
Now I know my prayers worked since we believe He interceded
We are soldiers, an army, our sergeant is He
Our weapons are not carnal, Yo we start on our knees
We are a movement of the young on fire and we zealous
For the honor of our Father that’s in heaven
Bring Him in–
-My city...! that’s where God belongs
In my city...! cuz He run it anyway, He run it
In my city...! that’s where God belongs
In my city...! cuz He run it anyway, He run it
God I’m so unashamed
This world thinks we insane
Cause we be livin like in this life it’s about Christ and to die is gain
We de-nying the fame, don’t retire we aim
Till our last breath to go and confess the Messiah’s name
So thy kingdom come, will be done
In our city til we see him in the Holy One
New York, New York
That’s where the homie from
But I know I can’t be the only one
Any believers in here show me some
Getcha hands up for the only Son
Fought death, beat it, now you know we can defeat it, go and read it and we already know we’ve won
There’s power in your people
We’re gathered just to come seek ya
Then ask for your forgiveness
Admittin we truly need ya
Takin the Gospel to the ends of the earth
Searchin for hearts, but first, I think we gon start right in–
-My city...! that’s where God belongs
In my city...! cuz He run it anyway, He run it
In my city...! that’s where God belongs
In my city...! cuz He run it anyway, He run it
So Father, teach us how to pray
Not just ramble off with a wish list
Make us still and listen
Give us holy ambitions
We’re called and commissioned
Your work here isn’t finished
While we’re living then we’ll never ever fit in, misfits
Blessin those who hate us
Praise you in our reflection
The way they see us love one another is our distinction
They take you off our dollars and out the Pledge of Allegiance
But they’ll never take praise off the mouth of believers in–
-My city...! that’s where God belongs
In my city...! cuz He run it anyway, he run it
In my city...! that’s where God belongs
In my city...! Cuz he run it anyway, he run it
In my city...! He run it, He, He, He run it
He run it, He, He, He run it
He run it, He, He, He run it
In my city
In my city He run it, He, He, He run
Cause He run it anyway, He run it
