[Intro]
Gimme a second, gimme a second yeah
Gimme a second, listen what I'm sayin to you
Uh huh, listen, gimme a second
All I need is a second yeah
Gimme a second, uh yeah
[Verse 1]
Hey listen Cole talk that college talk
Wayne talks gangs
Jay-z's talkin' money mayne and (Kan) 'Ye talk fame
And people say I talk about the same ole thang
Reason that I sound the same cause the truth don't change
Look, people get it twisted like a lemon in a spirit
If I ain't talking k**in' I must be talking bout healin'
And I ain't talking bout how Jesus gonna make me a million
With my hands to the ceiling I got that spiritual feelin'
Head bowed down, knees to the floor
You a Christian and you rap? That must be the way you flow - No
I talk reality like mama on her d**h bed
The birth of a child, a soldier losing his left leg
Who gon write songs to give him hope in his chair
Addicted to pain k**ers, wife left last year
Your favorite rapper was probably tryin' to make his next hit
Talking look at what I got, who I shot and who I tip
Couldn't be more common if them boys made sense
Couldn't be more common if Serena was they chick
And this is not a diss, this how reality sound
Let it off my mind, this how my mentality sound
[Hook]
Everything I do, I do for you
I don't want a single thing, I don't want a single thing
Ain't got no kind of angle
I ain't tryin play you, you ain't gotta know my name
You ain't gotta know my name
But in my short time on this Earth
I done died, been rebirthed
And I know this sounds strange to you
So give me a little time, let me spit a couple lines
And I promise it might just change you too
[Verse 2]
I sound like a mad rapper cause I'm crazy
The radio be like "we love you", but they never play me
I be doin' shows like "you ain't even gotta pay me"
I just wanna spread the same message that done saved me
You see I probably grew up just like you
Tellin' my heroes "Man, I wanna be just like you"
I got in trouble went to court
Judge showed me couple inmates and he told me
"Man, they started off just like you"
I never rolled around strapped
I was busy chasing girls and money
I played ball and smoked weed, thought the world was funny
I went to church a few times with my head on the swivel
And I was lookin' for the bad ones that sat in the middle
I couldn't remember a sermon, I never caught the spirit
And if Christians was tryin' to rap then I'm not tryin' to hear it
I never would've imagined that I would be rhymin'
About the same God that I couldn't confide in
Never planned to get married, raise a family, help kids grow up
Visit people in prison, I was busy tryin' to blow up
But see, now I'm unimpressed with the way these folks dress
Or the engine in the truck, all I want is soul rest
And I'm so blessed, look at what He did to me
How could I keep this to myself? Somebody bled for me
Nah, you just gon' have to hate this
Cause God's the only reason I'm able to say this
[Hook]