Apathy (Interlude)

Sometimes I’m hurtin’ and I’m burdened when I’m gazin’ inside Cause I ain’t concerned with other persons, the foundation is pride Feel like a fake and a lie It’s like my comforts of my Lord ‘cause I be raisin’ him high Until the day that I die, I surely struggle with this apathy invading I try to front, like I’m Mr. Compassionate my ratings are high And meanwhile these folks is hurtin’ every place, I should cry But I lose sight like bullets grazin’ my eyes, what should I do now? When I drive through my city, and I see these folks hurtin’ Yeah, I’m certain that I care till I’m home and close the curtains It’s like they ain’t even there, man my heart is so disturbin’ I should be prayin’ for ‘em, findin’ ways that I can serve ‘em The bottom line, Lord I’m praying I be on the grind Pursuing service, never out of sight, out of mind Preaching truth and trying to model my Lord till he’s back and them knees hit the floor I’m waitin’!