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I grew up around the corner from this church
Watching a good neighbor turn bad

Where people got hurt, and children grew up mad
Where there was a continuous fight for the good of their community
But there was a different story for little old me
I grew up with hustlers all around me
Trying to teach me the ways of these mean old street
But I felt in my soul that this wasn’t for me
Well as time went by I became a product of my our environment
And the things I use to do people would keep it silent

So after years of triumph and agnate
I’ve decided to turn a new leaf
And allow God to show me myself
Me, the way that he sees me

So today instead of walking pass this church
I walked in this church
Hoping that the church would take me by my hand
And walk me pass my hurts
But as I enter I’m greeted by nasty stairs and smirks
And you call yourselves Christians
Is your pastor preaching to the pews?
Or are you really listening
I’m sure he teaches you that perception is only what you think you see
So I have to ask
What do you see when you look at me
Do you see the young thug that I use to be?
Or do you see a wounded soul trying to be set free
So what if I wear baggie jeans, white t’s and tims
And listen to wu tang
That doesn’t mean I don’t know the power in his name
So as I stand to testify please understand that I could care less
About a smirk or a frown
Because only God have the power to knock me down
So what do you do now?
Do you recognize the pain in my cry?
Or do you continue to beat me down
Recognize that I’m just like you
And I’ve seen, and done things
That you’ll problem never go though
So don’t just sit there being tight lip and saucy in your pew
Recognize that I'm crying out to you

PLEASE

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