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letra de the sermon - 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.

[verse one]
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 b-ssment 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

[chorus: r. kelly – -sampled-]
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

[verse two]
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
d-mn 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 – d-mn 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

[chorus]

[verse three]
huh, yo, huh
the game changed, d-mn i should quit
can’t get respect, without havin a hit
someone somewhere talkin sh-t
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

[chorus]

- erick sermon

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