Текст песни Derek Minor - Dear Mr. Christian (Feat. Dee-1 & Lecrae)

Жанр: Rap / Christian G-Funk
Исполнитель: Derek Minor
Альбом: Minorville
Длительность: 04:25
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Derek Minor: I was 9 years old when daddy first touched me/ At 15 I ran away, I never stopped runnin'/ I met a man who took me in cuz I was pretty tho/ And said that 'you could make some money in my video.'/ I get high and drunk just to make it through a show and act like I'm enjoying it but really this is all a show/ I feel degraded/ Purity obliterated/ This is all I know I really hate it/ Mr. Minor are you listening?/ I know that you're a Christian/ And got computer programs to block me from your vision/ And every time you watch me you say that I'm the issue/ Pastor preaching bout how not to let me catch you slipping/ But maybe I'm a victim/ Maybe I'm just strapped in the system/ And next time you play maybe I might get a mention/ Before you talk about me, remember that I'm lost/ And your secret pleasure's coming at a cost/ Chorus (x2) Dear Mr. Christian/ I know you're on a mission/ I know you say the answer to my problem is religion/ I know I'm s'posed to change the way I live and stop sinnin'/ But I'd appreciate it if you take some time to listen/ Dear. Mr. Christian Dee-1: Uno/ Man I'm on that chronic/ Higher than a comet/ Sippin gin and tonic/ Drinkin till I vomit/ Tatted on my arms/ Tatted on my face/ Pants hanging low/ Nina on my waist/ I be slinging soft/ Plus I got that hard/ Die for my hood, ride for my boulevard/ I got love for my dogs/ But never for these girls/ It's M.O.E. cuz money rule the world/ But Mr. Dee-1/ I grew up crummy/ Saw my pops get killed in front me/ Saw my momma do dope in front me/ Felt like ain't nobody love me/ Uniform dirty dressed so bummy/ Went to school they called me ugly/ Caught the bus they used to jump me/ God I just prayed to you sunday!/ Now it's monday I'm starving/ Sip sour milk out the carton/ Talk to myself while I'm walking/ Should I put myself in a coffin?/ I don't know!/ All I grew up with was trouble/ Ain't know no role models/ I knew the struggle/ Chorus (x2) Lecrae: Ahem, excuse me, I don't quite understand you/ Propaganda and banter and all of this empty chatter/ And amidst these amens, hallelujahs, and shuckin jivin'/ I see a lot of hypocrites and hyper criticizin/ Mr. Lecrae my mamma sold me up the river for some rocks/ And daddy told me I was nothing but a problem/ Now here you come tellin me I'm a low down dirty sinner,/ And you got the nerve to wonder why I'm in these streets robbin?/ Well go get batman, and go get back man/ I don't need to be judged by you and all of your whack friends/ Ain't gluttony a sin?/ Why you staring at my gin?/ Where I'm from we don't pretend/ We know we ain't getting in/ Now the world don't trust me/ And these streets done crushed me/ I thought you were know for love but you just love to judge me/ Truth is, ironically you need me around though/ Cuz otherwise you got nobody else to look down on/ Chorus (x2)
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