The Sermon(Explicit) - Erick Sermon

The Sermon (Explicit) - 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 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
'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 nuttin
The world's so corrupt it got me buggin
Uhh I wanna move away like unverified
Y'all feel me yo r kelly
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
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 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