Dear mama, you wouldn't believe what I'm goin' through
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But still I got my head up just like I promised you
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Ever since you left your baby boy's been dealin with
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problem after problem, tell me what am I supposed to do
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See, I get lost sometimes, don't understand this place
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Look in the mirror sometimes and see a troubled face
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And then my tears roll down and hit the sink
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Then I hold my head up high, I hope the Man upstairs can hear my cry
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All these questions deep inside my mind
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Like, if Jesus loved me, why'd he leave my side, mama
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I'm still tryin to get the answer why
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You were young, 45, and you had to die
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I'm always tryin' to help people out
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And it's them same people tryin' to take food out my mouth
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(Fo' real though) It seems like the more money I make
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(Fo' real though) The more drama y'all try to create
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(Fo' real though) The more I try to move into the positive
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(Fo' real though) The more y'all don't wanna let me live
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When will you realize that I don't owe you nothin'
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Need to get up off your butt and go get your own somethin'
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I'm pullin on my hair to keep from snappin' off
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Who's right up in my camp and be yappin' off
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Somebody out there please pray what I'm talkin' 'bout
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Still young tryin' to figure it out
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Heaven, I need a hug
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Is there anybody out there willin' to embrace a thug
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Feelin' like a change of heart
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And all I really need is a sign or a word from God
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So shower down on me, wet me with your love
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I need you to take me and lift me up, oh yeah
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I gave thirteen years of my life to this industry
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Hit song or not, I've given all of me
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You smile in my face and tell me that you love
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But then before you know the truth, you're so quick to judge me
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That's alright, go ahead, keep talkin'
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Cause, cause I'mma hold my head up high and keep walkin
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And reach for the sky, focus on the plan
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Rescue the ghetto with this paper and pen
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And this is for the homies that we lost
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Yo', we cannot forget y'all, so the hats come off
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We pour a little liquor out for the memory
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I know y'all up there sittin' on chrome in them pearly streets
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The street survivors, be careful, stay alive
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I'm prayin' for your families, I hope you pray for mine
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(Fo' real though) Used to be a time you wished me well
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(Fo' real though) It hurts to know you wanna see me fail
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(Fo' real though) And don't forget I kept you out of jail
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(Fo' real though) Where was my arms when you needed to be held
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They turn they backs on you, who was they're believin'
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Who said your troubles were only for a season
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In church together tryin' to pick up all the pieces
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And now you betray me, I bind you in the name of Jesus
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somebody please pray on what I'm talkin' 'bout
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Still young tryin' to figure it all out
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Heaven, I need a hug
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Is there anybody out there willin' to embrace a thug
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Feelin' like a change of heart
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And all I really need is a sign or a word from God
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(Please shower down)
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So shower down on me, wet me with your love (Yeah)
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I need you to take me and lift me up, (Oh...oh...yeah,yeah,yeah)
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Man I tell you it's enough to make you wanna give it up
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Thank God for my fans 'cause through it all they showed me love
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To my sister and two brothers
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Tell me why can't we just try to get along with one another
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Instead of hurtin' one another, fightin' one another
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Man, I pray to God He get my family back together
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Let me see what I wanna see, just to blind me
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All of these luxuries, wine and dine me
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And then you push me out in front to get behind me
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Then you set me up by blessin' me to bind me
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I'm a grown man with kids now, stakes are higher
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Gotta go to church now to avoid the fire
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Frankly, y'all to keep it real I'm just tired
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Have dreams of bein' dead, but the devil is alive
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(Fo' real though) Church folks, you need to stop judgin'
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(Fo' real though) Or you will be the first to be judged
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(Fo' real though) And women stop dependin' on us men
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(Fo' real though) And start dependin' on the Man above, feel me
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And as for Robert, here's what I need to do
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Get rid of dem' clowns and get myself a whole 'nother crew
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| Media, do your jo |
