| It’s true
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| In this life
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| I’ve never been the one
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| In your eyes
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| I’ve never been the truth
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| All you saw
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| Was a broken mirror
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| Bizzle
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| I know what it feel like to get hit real nice
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| With a rock in the side of ya noggin cuz you don’t feel right
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| To the crowd when you rockin
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| They holler «you ain’t no real Christ follower
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| How could you be you don’t look like you is right»
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| «And you said nigga so you ain’t saved
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| You just wanted attention so you dissed Jay
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| You just wanted the mentions you just hate
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| Cuz you ain’t paid
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| Six years gone by and guess who ain’t changed»
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| Still reppin' for the hood like I’m supposed to do
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| I ain’t never pushed violence and dope to you
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| Never called young black queens out they name
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| And you wonder why they want Biz out they game
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| Psh that’s fine I’ll be the bad guy in a world this evil
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| I shouldn’t be lookin that fly
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| These rappers attack God
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| These so called pastahz sabatoging our work
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| And giving the Church a black eye
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| But He’s still king and He’s still God
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| And we still man so we still flawed
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| He don’t stop being a rock because we stepped off
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| And He is no less God just cuz we rep wrong
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| I don’t look like Christ yet but that’s what I aim for
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| They sayin' it’s impossible but why should I aim low
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| Made in the image of God
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| 'Til Eve and the snake spoke
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| Soon as we turned away the mirror became broke
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| Fix us
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| It’s true
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| In this life
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| I’ve never been the one
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| In your eyes
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| I’ve never been the truth
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| All you saw
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| Was a broken mirror
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| Let’s go
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| Ay
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| Since the moment He birthed me
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| It’s certainly hurt me and irked me
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| How the jerks in these churchy circles
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| Will curse me from the turf B
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| It should be clear how I’m dirty
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| I’m unworthy and I’m only here by His mercy
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| Firstly I’d rather stay where they’ll murk me
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| And squirt me in the melon
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| Instead of tellin me it’s clear when it’s murky
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| They betrayin us
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| Slayin us for takin it personally
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| Ain’t gone play it how He played it why you wearin His jersey?
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| I was purchased
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| Layin in the bed of the serpent
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| I don’t deserve this
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| Bruh I never said I was perfect
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| But I’m purposed
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| He planted a seed knee deep in me
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| The leaf is startin' to break through the surface
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| The father’s defending me
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| Ain’t you supposed to be befriending me
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| They’ll treat me like a enemy
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| As soon as I walk into these churches
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| In sixteen years I have observed this
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| The gospel music industry is not truly ministry
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| It’s a circus bruh
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| Yeah I was a killer
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| Yeah I was a thug
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| And yeah I was a dealer hell yeah I was a blood
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| And yeah I was a addict
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| Yeah I came to church with a vest and a semi-automatic
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| I was hooked on dope
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| And I was hooked on sex
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| And I was hooked on money and I was hooked on gin
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| Chained down to a spell I was hooked on sin
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| Christ saved me from hell now I’m hooked on Him
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| Ahhh
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| It’s true
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| In this life
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| I’ve never been the one
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| In your eyes
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| I’ve never been the truth
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| All you saw
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| Was a broken mirror |