The cross ain’t something you put on to floss; 
it represents the power of God to save the lost.

The cross ain’t even about the latest fashion trend; 
it symbolizes the ability to be born again. 

The cross ain’t nothing because it’s laced with ice, 
you better think twice about dying without Christ.

The cross ain’t proper if you’re just putting on airs, 
it’s time to know the one you call “the man upstairs”.

The cross ain’t valuable even if it cost a lot of cheese, 
unless you humble your heart and fall to your knees.

The cross ain’t working on your neck in the club, 
while you are trying to press up on a sista and get a booty rub.

The cross might be worn by lowlife hustlers and pimps,
 but if the truth be told, they’re a bunch of losers and wimps.

The cross also might be worn by a nice shorty who doesn’t use her brain, 
and all that will say about her is...dang!

The cross was the ultimate sacrifice, 
the only source to the way, the truth and the life.

The cross seals the devil’s doom, 
and ensures our release from the grave and the tomb.

You make God lament and you need to repent, 
if you think that wearing the cross is a fashion statement.

This is the deal about the cross; it’s the mark of true love 
that only comes from heaven above.

It’s because of the cross that Jesus does reign, 
and in his book of life, he has written our name.