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Correct I'm Sorry Lyrics
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Correct I'm Sorry
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Talented as ever, that's what they told me I used to wanna be Jay, that was the old me I've been compared to the Mixtape Weezy, Heartbreak Drake, TI, and Kanyeezy Christian rap is cheesy as hell, that's what they all say Some of them pretty good but they never go all state They never head of Paul nor Peter, how can they relate? What was ministry really 'bout back in Jesus day? When most of my family just trying to beat the case, Trying to eat the day, but trapped in evil ways Cause their description of the church is really love and hate More hate than love cause the love dissipates Why we so conditional? Why we set the bar high? Why we act like we never gave God a far cry? Like we ain't never failed, before and after Christ We neglect the present and praise the afterlife Instead of offer Christ we criticize to prove it right Even when I'm wrong I'm right just cause I believe the hype Sinners love to sin, that ain't a mystery But the love of God, check your credit history I need to see more of that, you in the field Pitichin' like a quarterback, that's what it is That's how it's gotta be, stop trying to sleep Wake up. It's our priority to kill poverty, straight up And animosity in our society At the break of our economy we here to set 'em free Snatch pain up, refuse to see defeat On behalf of the Church here's my apology I'm sorry For worried masses at church Masses I know my opinion is clashin', but this is classic At the same time tragic, I'm tired of burring family members in caskets, I'm tired of worrying and playing this tit for tasket while offerin' baskets Whoa, we in the wilderness, we stuck in traffic, Bumper to bumper, praying for a quick passage, but, If love is absent, you ain't passin' I give a dang about what you flashin' You ain't happy, most happiness is fabricated, it ain't lasting Look at our marriages battin' below the averages We overcome savages, sex, and for bigger carrats And cars, houses, and stars and horoscopes, Venus and Mars I've seen it all, it's a horror show, it's Murder She Wrote. Murder he wrote, look at the songs now Our daughters and sons now want to be strippers and sell drugs now Instead of going church they at the club now Cause they feel more love from a thug's pound Here's the run down: Church turn around It's sad when your hated in your own town I'm sorry What happened? I think we, I think we lost focus You know, I thought church was about building each other up, Not building a building I know, I know, I know The new facility is nice, But, people leave broken
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