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Mouthpi3ce - I'm Sorry lyrics
Talented as ever, that's what they told me
 I used to wanna be Jay, that was the old me
 I've been compared to the Mixtape Weezy, Heartbreak Drake, TI, and Kanyeezy
 Christian rap is cheesy as hell, that's what they all say
 Some of them pretty good but they never go all state
 They never head of Paul nor Peter, how can they relate?
 What was ministry really 'bout back in Jesus day?
 When most of my family just trying to beat the case, 
 Trying to eat the day, but trapped in evil ways
 Cause their description of the church is really love and hate
 More hate than love cause the love dissipates
 Why we so conditional? Why we set the bar high?
 Why we act like we never gave God a far cry?
 Like we ain't never failed, before and after Christ
 We neglect the present and praise the afterlife
 Instead of offer Christ we criticize to prove it right
 Even when I'm wrong I'm right just cause I believe the hype
 Sinners love to sin, that ain't a mystery
 But the love of God, check your credit history
 I need to see more of that, you in the field
 Pitichin' like a quarterback, that's what it is
 That's how it's gotta be, stop trying to sleep
 Wake up. It's our priority to kill poverty, straight up
 And animosity in our society
 At the break of our economy we here to set 'em free
 Snatch pain up, refuse to see defeat
 On behalf of the Church here's my apology
 I'm sorryMouthpi3ce - I'm Sorry - http://motolyrics.com/mouthpi3ce/im-sorry-lyrics.html
 For worried masses at church Masses
 I know my opinion is clashin', but this is classic
 At the same time tragic, I'm tired of burring family members in caskets, 
 I'm tired of worrying and playing this tit for tasket while offerin' baskets
 Whoa, we in the wilderness, we stuck in traffic, 
 Bumper to bumper, praying for a quick passage, but, 
 If love is absent, you ain't passin'
 I give a dang about what you flashin'
 You ain't happy, most happiness is fabricated, it ain't lasting
 Look at our marriages battin' below the averages
 We overcome savages, sex, and for bigger carrats
 And cars, houses, and stars and horoscopes, Venus and Mars
 I've seen it all, it's a horror show, it's Murder She Wrote.
 Murder he wrote, look at the songs now
 Our daughters and sons now want to be strippers and sell drugs now
 Instead of going church they at the club now
 Cause they feel more love from a thug's pound
 Here's the run down: Church turn around
 It's sad when your hated in your own town
 I'm sorry
 What happened? I think we, I think we lost focus
 You know, I thought church was about building each other up, 
 Not building a building
 I know, I know, I know
 The new facility is nice, 
 But, people leave broken












