The Sermon Lyrics

Erick Sermon - The Sermon Lyrics

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The Sermon Lyrics

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 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



[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

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



[Chorus]



[Verse Three]

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



[Chorus]