The Sermon

Erick Sermon

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    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 bassment 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 somethin
    Handout from me, and never did nuttin (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

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    Sometimes I laugh, tryin to keep from cryin
    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

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    Uhh, I laugh when ain't nuttin funny
    Meanwhile cats wanna count my money
    Plan on me, to get jumped or somethin
    Plot-ting like E's punk or somethin
    Feels so strange, how I maintain
    to last in the game, throughout my fame
    I'm focused man, the E stay the same
    Hate when folks call me out my name
    Damn Lord, heal my body
    Cause 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 nuttin
    The world's so corrupt, it got me buggin
    Uhh, I wanna move away like (?)
    Y'all feel me - yo, R. Kelly

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    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

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    Composition: R. Kelly and Erick Sermon

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