Mr. Chris T. Ian Lyrics

trying his best to impress with his fly dress but its a mystery what dwells down deep just like the lochness chest puffed out filled with pride and he's in danger familiar with the word but his heart is like a stranger grew up in the church, yes a specialist at frontin' face is a facade while the broad road he cruises bruises on his heart only hurt when he's alone but on the microphone speaking god sound when everyone's around he's flawless, got it locked down tight just like a lugnut a form of godliness without the power for the vital hour treads on grace like firestone a wreck waitin' to happen tongue keeps on flappin' in the wind, here we go again another sermon to the choir where's the fire of our youth where's the burning desire he lives to rock the mic instead of christ, a sad song cause it don't matter what you blabber on stage if your heart's wrong. mister christian

VERSE 2: They got him shook, look at his face as he embrace Cold glances, looking for answers finding his place Amongst a congregation of chumps taking his lumps From the ones with the fish magnets on they trunks They sunk low, claiming they high, plank in they eye Chose to walk by, all he wants to hear is a hi And how ya been, with ink in his skin his pants low Hang his head to prepare for the blow of no hello Going back home, dissed in school but it was cool Cuz he never heed the words of a fool his golden rule Number one, still some hurt more than the others he discovers Being ripped apart by his brothers Only wants to be used but steady getting refused He choose being himself hearing boos from the pews Losing patience, the ancient mentality Gotta have your clothes meet the status quos family say But they never new what this kid could do and would do If he's put thru an outlet to Speak Christ so the rest could no the True Way And yo he's rocking on this mic today, but you can call him....
VERSE 3: the goodness of god has drawn you back and now you're movin' to a higher plateau you've found the place of your calling now instead of falling down and staying down your feet are sound firm on the foundation like some cement shoes your heart no longer bruised because of manifested healing now the ceiling starts to lift every time you spit the gift. and your zeal has started growing like the cup its overflowing the time is now for you to emcee and set the people free. Fulfilling destiny the rest of me could die Forget the loot I'm bearing fruit for Most High Why bother living for me I breathe breath There's a way that seems right to man but leads to death But It's all the same, Christ came you complained and you missed Him You Pharisees carelessly bound tradition You called yourself mister Christian but wouldn't listen And crucifixed Him........

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