Da T.r.u.t.h. - Why I Do lyrics

[Intro:] I don't do this for fame I don't do this for fame I don't do this for fame I don't do this for the money I don't do this for fame I don't do this so the industry can know my name [Hook:] I don't do this for the money I don't do this for fame I don't do this for fame I don't do this for fame I don't do this for the money I don't do this for fame I don't do this so the industry can know my name [Verse 1:] That was much easier to say a couple dollars ago That was much easier to say a couple albums ago That was a piece of cake to say before I got on the road Landing a record deal with Cross Movement was not in my goals When I say that man I mean it—but I'm at war with myself Due to the roars and the applause and the awards on my shelf Plus the allure of more wealth—man I know what I store—it's gone melt Sometimes I'm torn and so I'm drawn—back to the floors that I've knelt But the closer I get to God—the more I know that it's nothing All of my things and my achievements—man I wanna throw 'em in the oven Burn 'em up—I'm hurt enough about the Jones' I covet And I hate the fact that I want more of what I can't have like Ocean's Eleven Though I'm known in the public—not a king when I walk in your service I'm no better then my Lord—man I know then I'm only a servant If you see me help with chairs don't tell me that I'm a king I already know that but I gotta show that I ain't gotta wear diamond rings Before I'm Truth man, I'm a Christian so I gotta grind on my knees Basically, pick up a basin and start washin' some feet Even if you feel the beat like some cops in the street Please don't tell me I'm the best, I'm tryin' not to compete [Hook] [Verse 2:] Please believe me when I say that I wanna be humble—I try If I can be honest with y'all, last week I buckled and cried When I was talking with some youth leaders I crumbled inside And I told them that my number one problem was that I struggle with pride With the lights and the cameras—gotta keep it all in perspective Ten years from now I won't be rappin, probably be somewhere lecturing Can't be hyped by the press clips—won't be right to give preference To the people that came into my life and are seemingly more impressive Lesson number one—I can't be a slave to the hype Number two—man God forbid that I try to get my name in them lights Number three—I got the right to wear them Bapes if I like But watching Jesus He was famous but He was waiving His rights He was King—could've came on a white horse that would not have been sinful If He came in on a donkey, I ain't gotta ride in no limo None of this would be happening if I was shopping the demo So I'm content if the car is clean and I can roll down a window Gotta stay close to my kinfolk—I wanna stay low to the ground It's simple, you hear that tempo, yeah I'm slowin' it down Hence forth, my life's in print so, from the front to the back Jesus Christ is the main feature—I'm just an opening act [Hook] [Outro:] All flesh is as gra** And the glory of man is at the flowers of the field The gra** withers and the flowers fade But the word of the Lord endures forever I'm here and I'm gone That's why I take the time that I have To proclaim the One who was glorious The Lord Jesus Christ, who is indeed God