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Do you remember the time, when the purpose and the rhyme, was to see the souls affected. |
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But now its to man, every purpose and every plan, to whom the praise is directed. |
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We live out dream, make the crowd scream, but turn to yell at the sound man, |
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Since where and when did we stop checking the word and begin to start checking the sound scan. |
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Remember when shows were for souls and rhymes were for flows. |
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Now we spend one minute to pray, if even that for each day, but spend 2 hours checkin our clothes. |
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what happened to the passion we was having that was sparked in the begining. |
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but we're quick to cry, point the speck in your eye, but even quicker to justify our sinning. |
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we're wuick to diss and raise the fist to justify the things that we do. |
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but for every finger we point at them, just remember freind there's 4 more pointin back at you. |
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how and when did it all begin as ministry turned to industry. |
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cause did jesus need a manager, record label, ditributor, or even a boooking agency. |
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when troubles came, did he call upon the name, or turn to a lawyer to handle it. |
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why do we ask God last, ignore the past, but be the first to ask our management. |
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cause next to him, our glory's dim and truely pales in comparison. |
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why does every move we choose seem to revolve around |
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we can get our groove on, but yet worry about comin on to strong. |
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yet we water it down so much there aint even nothing left to chew on. |
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souls become sales, and sales become a salary |
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give the crowd something to feel, whine about keepin it real, |
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but dont try to keep it to reality. |
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yet when its all over and the mic is hung and its all said and done. |
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it wont matter how many battles i |
