Chorus:
Keep on praisin`, liftin` up your name, to live in Christ, to die is gain.
Verse:
Growin` up in the cold world this industry`s cloggin` up my brain, got
memories of when gospel rap wasn`t about money or the fame. Remember when it
used to be strictly ministry? Now it`s all about who`s at the top of the
industry. Everyone is jealous, full of hate, greed, and envy, now-a-days, I
don`t even know who my own friends be. Be critized, talked about and stabbed
behind my back and playa haters still tryin` to bag gospel rap. My heart goes
out to the streets, I`m to reach a thugs and that is why you be warmin` up the
church seats. But you don`t hear me though, turn and look the other way, but
that`s OK, I know God would listen to what I gotta say. I can`t lie though,
at times I feel like givin` up when all this hurt n` pain inside me starts
buildin` up. I start cryin`, but God shows me love, even if I never, ever win
the dove, Im`a keep on praisin`!
Pick up my cross and Im`a follow you, even if my boys stay behind and I`m the
only one in my crew. To be man enough to say, God here I am. But people
always quick to judge, they don`t understand. They talkin` about I ain`t
real, but who are you to judge me? God be the only one who knows just what I
feel. So many rappers now-a-days, caught up in competition, that`s why gospel
rap be full of so much division. Believe me when I say, it breaks my heart to
think that we was once in unity, but now we`re all but torn apart. It`s not
about how many records we`ve sold, it`s all about how many save souls. Can
you feel me? Tears ran down my eyes yesterday as I heard about 2-Pac`s death,
is there anyone left to say, Lord, Im`a stand in the gap. My peoples, is
you with me, where you at, cause Im`a keep on praisin`!
And even though they critizize me, talk behind my back, and tell me hurtful
words. Till the day I`m dead, and in my grave, it`s God I`m gonna` serve. So
go ahead and talk about me and spread your lies. You the one accountable for
every tear when I cry. I shed so many tears for so many years, God can you
help me? I`m tryin` to reach all my peers and if you don`t hear, Im`a try
harder, even if I die from bulletshots like a martyr. This world be drivin`
me hysterical, God I need a miracle, devil keep tryin` to hit me when I wanna
get `em spiritual, lyrically, I`m praisin` God with every word that I speak.
You heard me, but I gotta turn the other cheek. `Cause vengence ain`t mine,
vengence belongs to the Lord. We gotta come together, one mind and one
accord. So to those who have ears, let `em listen to what I`m sayin` but even
without you Im`a keep on praisin`!
Lyrics by T-Bone
Submitted by Nick Woodrum (nickshaq@aol.com)
