The Sermon

The Sermon (佈道) - Erick Sermon

Yo yo yo yo yo

Turn my mic up some

Turn my mic up some

Turn my mic check check check

Turn my mic up some

Almighty uhh

Lord forgive me now

This be the best way I know how to get this out

I can't sing so I have to bounce

Even though that's not what my style's about

I hate this world sometimes it gets me

When family and friends are not friendly

I just don't get it so I sit home

In the basement lights low on the mic and spit it

They plot to get my scratch

Not knowin' the time to get where I'm at now

In my face like I owe 'em something

Handout from me and never did nutting

Word up

They're mad at me like I changed

It's hard on me lord it's wreckin' my brain

Is it me I know it can't be

So I ask you please help me now

Sometimes I laugh tryin' to keep from crying

If I was plain out of luck then tell me who could I trust

See I work so hard just to get ahead

If it wasn't for god I'd probably be dead

Uhh I laugh when ain't nuttin' funny

Meanwhile cats wanna count my money

Plan on me to get jumped or something

Plot ting like e's punk or something

Feels so strange how I maintain

To last in the game throughout my fame

I'm focused man the g stay the same

Hate when folks call me out my name

Damn lord heal my body

'Cuz I'm mad enough to kill somebody

Even hard to trust my lady

Did she lock me down to have my baby

I know she love me damn it's nutting

The world's so corrupt it got me bugging

Uhh I wanna move away like unverified

Y'all feel me yo r kelly

Sometimes I laugh tryin' to keep from crying

If I was plain out of luck then tell me who could I trust

See I work so hard just to get ahead

If it wasn't for god I'd probably be dead

Huh yo huh

The game changed damn I should quit

Can't get respect without havin' a hit

Someone somewhere talkin' shit

Got fake cats in my clique

But I deal with the cards that's dealt

Try to make music that's heartfelt

Still doin' eighty on the belt

In the escalade with dolce shades

I've been paid now what's left

I guess should I stress life or death

Huh

Sometimes I wanna end it all

Live at peace with 'pac and smalls

Can't do that got fam at the crib

My moms my pops my girl and my kids

Uh huh

Open my eyes

So I ask you please help me now

Sometimes I laugh tryin' to keep from crying

If I was plain out of luck then tell me who could I trust

See I work so hard just to get ahead

If it wasn't for god I'd probably be dead