[Verse 1: Derek Minor]
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I was nine years old when daddy first touched me
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At 15 I ran away and never stopped running
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I met a man who took me in 'cause I was pretty though
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He said that you could make some money in my video
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I get high and drunk just to make it through a show
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And act like I'm enjoying it but really this is all a show
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I feel degraded, purity obliterated
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This is all I know and I really hate it
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Mr. Minor are you listening? I know that you're a Christian
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And got computer programs to block me from your vision
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And every time you watch me you say that I'm the issue
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Your pastor preaching about how not to let me catch you slipping
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But maybe I'm a victim, maybe I'm just trapped in the system
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And next time you pray maybe I might get a mention (please)
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Before you talk about me remember that I'm lost
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And your secret pleasure coming at a cost
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[Hook: Derek Minor]
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Dear Mr. Christian, I know you're on a mission
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I know you say the answer to my problem is religion
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I know I'm supposed to change the way I live and stop sinning
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But I'd appreciate it if you take some time to listen
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Dear Mr. Christian
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[Verse 2: Dee-1]
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Man I'm on that chronic
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Higher than a comet
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Sippin' gin and tonic
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Drinking till I vomit
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Tatted on my arms, tatted on my face
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Pants hanging low, nina on my waist
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I be slanging soft, plus I got that hard
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Die for my hood, ride for my boulevard
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I got love for my dogs but never for these girls
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It's M.O.E. 'cause money rule the world
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But Mr. Dee-1, I grew up crummy
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Saw my pops get killed in front of me
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Saw my momma do dope in front of me
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Felt like ain't nobody love me
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Uniform dirty, dressing bummy
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Went to school they called me ugly
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Caught the bus they used to jump me
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God I just prayed to you Sunday
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Now it's Monday, I'm starving
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Sip sour milk out of the carton
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Talk to myself while I'm out walking should I put myself in a coffin?
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I don't know! All I grew up with was trouble
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Ain't know no role model, I knew the struggle
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Lecrae]
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Excuse me, I don't quite understand you
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Propaganda and banter and all of this empty chatter
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And amidst these amens, hallelujahs, and shuckin' jivin'
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I see a lot of hypocrites and hyper-criticizing
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Mr. Lecrae my momma sold me up the river for some rocks
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And daddy told me I was nothing but a problem
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Now here you come telling me I'm a low down dirty sinner
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And you got the nerve to wonder why I'm in these streets robbin'?
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Well go and get batman, and go get back man
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I don't need to be judged by you and all of your wack friends
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Ain't gluttony a sin? Why you staring at my gin?
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Where I'm from we don't pretend
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We know we ain't gettin' in
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Now the world don't trust me
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And these streets done crushed me
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Thought you were known for love but you just love to judge me
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Truth is, ironically you need me around though
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'Cause otherwise you got nobody else to look down on
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[Hook]
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Dear Mr. Christian
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Derek Minor |