Reality
You know it kills me when I hear
people say I don't know what I'm
here to do, don't you know you've
been selected as the chosen few
and this life here ain't promised to last
so, what are you holding onto.
You say I don't have a talent yet you
consider yourself as "hoodrich"
you say I didn't graduate from
highschool but, your a mathematician
when it comes to 20's dimes and nicks
you say "The Man" is bringing you down
yet as soon as you get outta some detainee
center you hit the bricks.
You see the reality is we as Christians
want to acknowledge the fact that we
praise his name and were blessed
but don't wanna pick up that cross
nevermind the silhouette
Even more errie they fear us for what
we are hate our offensive lyrics, hate the
fact that we were and always will be trendsetters
they say they want change but you know
what the words says, "faith without works
is dead"
So the reality is this nation has made it's
own bed your a leader when you get someone
to follow what you've been chosen to lead
we're more than conquerors from the crown
of our head to the soul of our feet
reach one teach one yeah I hear evil
but check it I don't see none
and no I ain't perfect thats just what
I'm striving for, so you'll make it
thru the rain no matter how much it pours
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