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Talented as ever, that's what they told meI used to wanna be Jay, that was the old meI've been compared to the Mixtape Weezy, Heartbreak Drake, TI, and KanyeezyChristian rap is cheesy as hell, that's what they all saySome 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 waysCause their description of the church is really love and hateMore hate than love cause the love dissipatesWhy 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 ChristWe neglect the present and praise the afterlifeInstead of offer(?) Christ we criticize to prove it rightEven when I'm wrong I'm right just cause I believe the hypeSinners love to sin, that ain't a mysteryBut the love of God, check your credit historyI need to see more of that, you in the fieldPitichin' like a quarterback, that's what it isThat's how it's gotta be, stop trying to sleepWake up. It's our priority to kill poverty, straight upAnd animosity in our society At the break of our economy we here to set 'em freeSnatch pain up, refuse to see defeatLetras de cancionesOn behalf of the Church here's my apologyI'm sorryFor worried masses at church MassesI know my opinion is clashin', but this is classicAt 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' basketsWhoa, 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 lastingLook at our marriages battin' below the averageswe overcome savages, sex, and for bigger carratsAnd cars, houses, and stars and horoscopes, Venus and MarsI've seen it all, it's a horror show, it's Murder She Wrote.Murder he wrote, look at the songs nowOur daughters and sons now want to be strippers and sell drugs nowInstead of going church they at the club nowCause they feel more love from a thug's poundHere's the run down: Church turn aroundIt's sad when your hated in your own townI'm sorryWhat happened? I think we, I think we lost focusYou know, I thought church was about building each other up,not building a buildingI know, I know, I knowThe new facility is nice,But, people leave broken From Letras Mania