Lyrics

[Verse 1] People wanna know about me the real me They want me to leave the MC in the booth If it's for only a glimpse Even though they want an intense Look at a life that's so Open Book like my homie Da T.R.U.T.H So they wanna know Deuce You have a wife any kids? What's your struggle? Da T.R.U.T.H. says that he wrestles with pride Ambassador what's your frailty? How do you die daily? You rock Sean John Do you like .. the ROC? Yes I have me a wife Her name's Michelle, she prefers the name Missy Got five kids, only the youngest four stay with me Which leads me to a struggle that's key among many I havn't done the best job with the son I can't see I do die daily but if I list 'em Somebody may listen and begin to judge people with The standard which is really not commanded but it works for me And man it's what makes a man or woman what's called a legalist And I usually like the low roads so yo hold the limo Yes I pass on many brand names If the name's primarily connected to a personality who's wickedness is the key to their fame I let it go But now I'm feelin' kinda funny This is too much about me For me every simile and metaphor Every single hook, every chant, every lyric, every anthem Should never eclipse the One I want you checkin' for [Verse 2] People wanna know about me the real me They want me to give 'em some personal stuff They tellin' me I'ma beast and I get it poppin' When I'm just givin' them doctrine But their inner's lack the personal touch Deuce .. What's your mom given name Your birth date, birth place, nickname's to the side How did you come to know Christ How did you come to the right Jesus Who's rockin' that white Who's got His name on His thigh Well I'm irked by the earth Not knowing Jesus' worth They call me William at birth Tyrone got plugged in the middle Birth place was Alaska Yeah you heard me Alaska Birth date now I have to say you buggin' a little I was elected for sure at four There was a call I was .. As my father spit the gospel of Christ By grace through faith alone I met the right Jesus P.S. anathema If I don't get the gospel just right [Verse 3] People wanna know about you the real you They want you to share a purse that's common They want significance and they won't admit this but Certain hurts kept comin' when they got that Job, that guy, that girl, that house, that car, that jewel, that money They're without that God that's .. But that's another rhyme and it's for another time Here's the part where I talk to those I might not see If I only had one thing to say that would make a kid's day Or change his way, here's what it would be You should know me by now Simply with sympathy and empathy I'd say Kid you're in need of the cross Cause this is gettin' lost in a day Where they throwin' the cross away That's why I feel the need to be the dead horse