Superhuman

[Intro] Come you sinners poor and needy Weak and wounded, sick and sore Jesus ready stands to save you Grace requires nothing more I will arise and go to Jesus He will embrace me in His arms In the arms of my dear Savior There are ten thousands charms [Verse 1] Why is it every time I step up on a train I see a pretty dame and I wonder what her name is? Before I even get there the question on my brain is Do you love the Lord, do you live to make Him famous? Then the car stop, she step off, it's time to refocus I'm questionin' my heart, examinin' my motives Why I'm captivated by the brown skin mocha divas? And I hope in my mind she's a believer Ok, she got all that beauty, yeah, it's obvious I can't let it take precedence over godliness Now I'm gettin' restless, how I'm recognizin' When I'm choosing'to take pleasure in all these false treasures They fool's gold Instead of looking for them sundresses I should be looking for the Son I confess it Even though my pride's telling me don't ever let the fans know I am not a superhuman, no, I'm a man So the grace that I talk about on all my records I need it for myself, cause really I'm just a mess Findin' rest from the pressures of perfection As I stand up on this platform they expectin' Me to be a man without flaws, that's false I am just another rapper that's called to point y'all to the cross That's exactly where I'm headed I'm just another beggar pointin y'all to where the bread is, man [Hook] I'm not a superhuman, I am just a man No, I'm not a superhuman, I am just a man I'm not a superhuman, I am just a man but they never understand I'm nothing more than a man lost dead in my sin So here I am alive in your hands Your hands, your hands [Verse 2] We dress up in nice heels, we try to make people buy'em That's why when someone ask how we doin' we tell 'em fine Knowin' we hurt inside, but tell me who's really lyin'? They ain't really want to know how you doin', that cost time That's way too expensive And if I ever get a date with a dime I'm sendin' my representative The version of Andy that's cropped and edited I'm killin' this first impression, and I'm hidin' the evidence Photoshoppin' the blemishes These lies of perfection are the cry of the desperate Men that want that want acceptance Holdin' they breath, dyin' a thousand deaths Forgettin' there's beauty inside the mess What else could you expect, we obsessed over twitter numbers! Checkin' ours, then comparin' them to others Like, the number of likes upon a status is somehow supposed to raise our status Boy, this is madness We want the trophy wife who's the baddest and not some average So we can feel like the man, Randy Savage Take me off the shelf, I don't want to be for retail I would rather be real, let you see the details When we fail it feels like we fall so far cause they put us so high I am not a star I'm just a product of grace that's still in the process And I don't gotta be great, because my God is And I don't gotta be great, because my God is I'm just a product of grace and guess what? I'm still in the process, that's unfinished business [Bridge] Would you love me if I told you I couldn't fly? I got no cape on and no mask on there's no disguise Oh, I'm no hero There's only one Oh, I'm no hero There's only one And He's not for sale [Hook]