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Do you remember the times when the purpose of the rhyme was to see the souls
but now its to man every purpose and every plan to whom the praise is
we live out our dream make the crowd scream but to turn to yell at the sound
since where and when did we stop checking the word and begin to start
checking the soundscan
remember when shows were for souls and rhymes were for flows
now we spend one minute to pray if even that each day but spend 2 hours
checking our clothes
what happened to the passion we was having that was sparked for us in the
but were quick to cry point the speck in your eye but even quicker to
justify our sinning
were quick to diss and raise the fist to justify the things that we do
but for every finger we point at them just remember friend that there is
four more pointing back at you
how and when did it all begin as ministry turn to industry
cause did Jesus need a manager record label distributor or even a booking
when troubles came did he call on the name or did he run to a lawyer to
handle it
why do we ask God last ignore the past but be the first to ask our
cause next to him our glory's dim and in comparison truly pales
why does every move in which we choose seem to revolve around our record
we can get our groove on yet we worry about coming on too strong
yet we water it down so much that there aint even nothing left to chew on
souls become sales and sales become a salary
give the crowd something to feel whine about keeping it real but donít we
try to keep it to reality
yet when its all over and the mic is hung and its all said and done
it never mattered how many battles I won but only souls that Iíve won
on the other side will my silly pride cause me to hold my head up proud
if I wonít have beef with you then tell me friend why should have beef with
you now
at the end of my life when I held that mic did I really deserve it
forget if I was phat forget if I was wack I want to hear well done my good
and faithful servant

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