Testo The Sermon - Erick Sermon
Testo della canzone The Sermon (Erick Sermon), tratta dall'album Music
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, turn my mic up some
Turn my mic up some
Turn my mic, turn, turn, turn my mic up some
Almighty, uh
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 knowing the time to get where I'm at now
In my face like I owe 'em something
Hands out for me and never did nothing (Word up)
They mad at me like I changed
It's hard on me, Lord, it's wrecking 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 crying
If I was plain out of love, then tell me, who could I trust?
See, I work so hard just to get ahead (Yeah)
If it wasn't for God, I'd probably be dead
Huh, I laugh when ain't nothin' funny
Meanwhile, cats wanna count my money
Plan on me to get jumped or somethin'
Block ting like these 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
'Cause 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 nothin'
The world's so corrupt, it got me buggin'
Uh, I wanna move away like Nas in Belly
Y'all feel me, yo, R. Kelly
Sometimes I laugh, tryin' to keep from crying
If I was plain out of love, 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 having a hit (Uh-huh)
Someone somewhere talking shit
Got fake cats in my clique
But I deal with the cards that's dealt
Try to make music that's heartfelt
Still doing eighty on the Belt
In an 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 mom, my pop, 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 crying
If I was plain out of love, 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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Writer(s): Robert S. Kelly, Erick S. Sermon
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