Lord, tell me if I'm lovin' wrong
'Cause I don't wanna sound like I'm judgin' in a bunch of songs
Or do they just feel like I'm judgin' 'cause the last hundred
Of 'em failed to tell 'em it was somethin' wrong?
So now I come along, speakin' all truth to 'em
But they so used to the lies, the truth's new to 'em
So now, the same words that should'a confirmed
What they already heard come across like breaking news to 'em
But when you in hell, then evil seems good, and
Good seems bad 'cause bad is followin' the rules that
Metaphorically-speakin', this world's evil
And good's breakin' the rules and doesn't seem to be cool here
See, when you judge wrong, then folks start gettin' tight
But them same hypocrites'd judge you for livin' right
Like, if him sayin' thuggin' is wrong is judgin' you
Then callin' him a square for not thuggin' is judgin' too
We all love to defend the guy pushin' bricks
Like, "Homie is just tryna provide for his kids"
But what about that guy whose kids are the fiends
But in tryna protect them, he dies 'cause he snitched?
See, I'm just tryna balance out your scale so you weigh it right
'Cause we learned the rules wrong and now we ain't playin' right
Trained hypocrites, like that dude that's a cheater
Then he finds out his chick does it too and he beats her
We all biased, we all selfish
We all prideful and programmed to act hellish
But this Bible, it reminds me where I came from
Through Christ, I am no longer who this cruel world raised up
It's Bizzle
