Derek Minor:
I was 9 years old when daddy first touched me/
At 15 I ran away, I never stopped runnin'/
I met a man who took me in cuz I was pretty tho/
And said that 'you could make some money in my video.'/
I get high and drunk just to make it through a show and act like I'm enjoying it but really this is all a show/
I feel degraded/
Purity obliterated/
This is all I know I really hate it/
Mr. Minor are you listening?/
I know that you're a Christian/
And got computer programs to block me from your vision/
And every time you watch me you say that I'm the issue/
Pastor preaching bout how not to let me catch you slipping/
But maybe I'm a victim/
Maybe I'm just strapped in the system/
And next time you play maybe I might get a mention/
Before you talk about me, remember that I'm lost/
And your secret pleasure's coming at a cost/
Chorus (x2)
Dear Mr. Christian/
I know you're on a mission/
I know you say the answer to my problem is religion/
I know I'm s'posed to change the way I live and stop sinnin'/
But I'd appreciate it if you take some time to listen/
Dear. Mr. Christian
Dee-1:
Uno/
Man I'm on that chronic/
Higher than a comet/
Sippin gin and tonic/
Drinkin till I vomit/
Tatted on my arms/
Tatted on my face/
Pants hanging low/
Nina on my waist/
I be slinging soft/
Plus I got that hard/
Die for my hood, ride for my boulevard/
I got love for my dogs/
But never for these girls/
It's M.O.E. cuz money rule the world/
But Mr. Dee-1/
I grew up crummy/
Saw my pops get killed in front me/
Saw my momma do dope in front me/
Felt like ain't nobody love me/
Uniform dirty dressed so bummy/
Went to school they called me ugly/
Caught the bus they used to jump me/
God I just prayed to you sunday!/
Now it's monday I'm starving/
Sip sour milk out the carton/
Talk to myself while I'm walking/
Should I put myself in a coffin?/
I don't know!/
All I grew up with was trouble/
Ain't know no role models/
I knew the struggle/
Chorus (x2)
Lecrae:
Ahem, excuse me, I don't quite understand you/
Propaganda and banter and all of this empty chatter/
And amidst these amens, hallelujahs, and shuckin jivin'/
I see a lot of hypocrites and hyper criticizin/
Mr. Lecrae my mamma sold me up the river for some rocks/
And daddy told me I was nothing but a problem/
Now here you come tellin me I'm a low down dirty sinner,/
And you got the nerve to wonder why I'm in these streets robbin?/
Well go get batman, and go get back man/
I don't need to be judged by you and all of your whack friends/
Ain't gluttony a sin?/
Why you staring at my gin?/
Where I'm from we don't pretend/
We know we ain't getting in/
Now the world don't trust me/
And these streets done crushed me/
I thought you were know for love but you just love to judge me/
Truth is, ironically you need me around though/
Cuz otherwise you got nobody else to look down on/
