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The Sermon
作词：Kelly Robert S, Sermon Erick S
Yo yo yo yo, yo
Turn my mic up some, turn my mic up some
Turn my mic, check, check, check, turn my mic up some
Almighty, uhh
Lord forgive me now
This be the best way I know how, to get this out
I can't sing so I have to bounce
Even though, that's not what my style's about
I hate this world, sometimes it gets me
When family and friends are not friendly
I just don't get it, so I sit home
In the basement lights low on the mic and spit it
They plot to get my scratch
Not knowin' the time to get where I'm at now
In my face, like I owe 'em somethin'
Handout from me, and never did nuttin'
(Word up)
They're mad at me like I changed
It's hard on me, Lord, it's wreckin' my brain
Is it me? I know it can't be
So I ask you, please help me, now
Sometimes I laugh, tryin' to keep from cryin'
If I was plain out of luck, then tell me who could I trust
See I work so hard, just to get ahead
If it wasn't for God, I'd probably be dead
Uhh, I laugh when ain't nuttin' funny
Meanwhile cats wanna count my money
Plan on me, to get jumped or somethin'
Plot-ting like E's punk or somethin'
Feels so strange, how I maintain
To last in the game, throughout my fame
I'm focused, man, the E stay the same
Hate when folks call me out my name
Damn Lord, heal my body
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'Cuz I'm mad enough to kill somebody
Even hard to trust my lady
Did she lock me down to have my baby?
I know she love me, damn it's nuttin'
The world's so corrupt, it got me buggin'
Uhh, I wanna move away like [unverified]
Y'all feel me, yo, R. Kelly
Sometimes I laugh, tryin' to keep from cryin'
If I was plain out of luck, then tell me who could I trust
See I work so hard, just to get ahead
If it wasn't for God, I'd probably be dead
Huh, yo, huh
The game changed, damn I should quit
Can't get respect without havin' a hit
Someone somewhere talkin' shit
Got fake cats in my clique
But I deal with the cards that's dealt
Try to make music that's heartfelt
Still doin' eighty on the Belt'
In the Escalade with Dolce shades
I've been paid, now what's left?
I guess, should I stress life or death
(Huh?)
Sometimes I wanna end it all
Live at peace with 'Pac and Smalls
Can't do that, got fam at the crib
My moms, my pops, my girl and my kids
(Uh, huh)
Open my eyes
So I ask you, please help me, now
Sometimes I laugh, tryin' to keep from cryin'
If I was plain out of luck, then tell me who could I trust
See I work so hard, just to get ahead
If it wasn't for God, I'd probably be dead
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