Dear Mr. Christian

[Verse 1: Derek Minor] I was nine years old when daddy first touched me At 15 I ran away and never stopped running I met a man who took me in 'cuz I was pretty though He said that you could make some money in my video I get high and drunk just to make it through a show And act like I'm enjoying it but really this is all a show I feel degraded, purity obliterated This is all I know and I really hate it Mr. Minor are you listening? I know that you're a Christian And got computer programs to block me from your vision And every time you watch me you say that I'm the issue Your pastor preaching about how not to let me catch you slipping But maybe I'm a victim, maybe I'm just trapped in the system And next time you pray maybe I might get a mention (please) Before you talk about me remember that I'm lost And your secret pleasure coming at a cost [Hook: Derek Minor] Dear Mr. Christian, I know you’re on a mission I know you say the answer to my problem is religion I know I’m supposed to change the way I live and stop sinning But I’d appreciate it if you take some time to listen Dear Mr. Christian [Verse 2: Dee-1] Man I'm on that chronic Higher than a comet Sippin' gin and tonic Drinking till I vomit Tatted on my arms, tatted on my face Pants hanging low, nina on my waist I be slanging soft, plus I got that hard Die for my hood, ride for my boulevard I got love for my dogs but never for these girls It's M.O.E. 'cuz money rule the world But Mr. Dee-1, I grew up crummy Saw my pops get killed in front of me Saw my momma do dope in front of me Felt like ain't nobody love me Uniform dirty, dressing bummy Went to school they called me ugly Caught the bus they used to jump me God I just prayed to you Sunday Now it's Monday, I'm starving Sip sour milk out of the carton Talk to myself while I'm out walking should I put myself in a coffin? I don't know! All I grew up with was trouble Ain't know no role model, I knew the struggle [Hook] [Verse 3: Lecrae] Excuse me, I don't quite understand you Propaganda and banter and all of this empty chatter And amidst these amens, hallelujahs, and shuck and jiving I see a lot of hypocrites and hyper-criticizing Mr. Lecrae my momma sold me up the river for some rocks And daddy told me I was nothing but a problem Now here you come telling me I'm a low down dirty sinner And you got the nerve to wonder why I'm in these streets robbing? Well go and get batman, and go get back man I don't need to be judged by you and all of your wack friends Ain't gluttony a sin? Why you staring at my gin? Where I'm from we don't pretend We know we ain't getting in Now the world don't trust me And these streets done crushed me Thought you were known for love but you just love to judge me Truth is, ironically you need me around though 'Cuz otherwise you got nobody else to look down on [Hook]