Song | Apathy (Interlude) |
Artist | Trip Lee |
Album | Between Two Worlds |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Barefield | |
Sometimes | |
I'm hurtin' and | |
I'm burdened when | |
I'm gazin' inside | |
Cause I ain't concerned with other persons, the foundation in pride | |
Feel like a fake and a lie | |
It's the comforts of my | |
Lord cause | |
I be raisin' | |
Him high Until the day that | |
I die, I surely struggle with this apathy invading | |
I try to front, like | |
I'm Mr. Compassionate and my ratings are high | |
And meanwhile these folks is hurtin everyplace, | |
I should cry | |
But I lose sight like bullets grazin' my eyes, what should | |
I do now? | |
When I drive through my city, and | |
I see these folks' hurtin' | |
Yea, I'm certain that | |
I care till' | |
I'm home and close the curtain | |
It's like they ain't even there, man my heart is so disturbin' | |
I should be prayin for em, findin' ways that | |
I can serve em | |
The bottom line, | |
Lord I'm praying that | |
I'll be on the grind | |
Pursuing service, never out of sight, out of mind | |
Preaching truth and trying to model my | |
Lord till | |
He's back and them knees hit the floor | |
I'm waitin! |
zuo qu : Barefield | |
Sometimes | |
I' m hurtin' and | |
I' m burdened when | |
I' m gazin' inside | |
Cause I ain' t concerned with other persons, the foundation in pride | |
Feel like a fake and a lie | |
It' s the comforts of my | |
Lord cause | |
I be raisin' | |
Him high Until the day that | |
I die, I surely struggle with this apathy invading | |
I try to front, like | |
I' m Mr. Compassionate and my ratings are high | |
And meanwhile these folks is hurtin everyplace, | |
I should cry | |
But I lose sight like bullets grazin' my eyes, what should | |
I do now? | |
When I drive through my city, and | |
I see these folks' hurtin' | |
Yea, I' m certain that | |
I care till' | |
I' m home and close the curtain | |
It' s like they ain' t even there, man my heart is so disturbin' | |
I should be prayin for em, findin' ways that | |
I can serve em | |
The bottom line, | |
Lord I' m praying that | |
I' ll be on the grind | |
Pursuing service, never out of sight, out of mind | |
Preaching truth and trying to model my | |
Lord till | |
He' s back and them knees hit the floor | |
I' m waitin! |
zuò qǔ : Barefield | |
Sometimes | |
I' m hurtin' and | |
I' m burdened when | |
I' m gazin' inside | |
Cause I ain' t concerned with other persons, the foundation in pride | |
Feel like a fake and a lie | |
It' s the comforts of my | |
Lord cause | |
I be raisin' | |
Him high Until the day that | |
I die, I surely struggle with this apathy invading | |
I try to front, like | |
I' m Mr. Compassionate and my ratings are high | |
And meanwhile these folks is hurtin everyplace, | |
I should cry | |
But I lose sight like bullets grazin' my eyes, what should | |
I do now? | |
When I drive through my city, and | |
I see these folks' hurtin' | |
Yea, I' m certain that | |
I care till' | |
I' m home and close the curtain | |
It' s like they ain' t even there, man my heart is so disturbin' | |
I should be prayin for em, findin' ways that | |
I can serve em | |
The bottom line, | |
Lord I' m praying that | |
I' ll be on the grind | |
Pursuing service, never out of sight, out of mind | |
Preaching truth and trying to model my | |
Lord till | |
He' s back and them knees hit the floor | |
I' m waitin! |