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Izzy:
Nobody knows the troubles I see.
Nobody knows but Jesus.
Oh Lord I,
I know, I know, I know I need more
Da' T.R.U.T.H:
Everybody wanna piece of pie
They want that satisfac-tion
They wanâ it guaranteed homie
Wanna wear that glamorous fa-shion
Hand print in the hall of fame
Wanna lilâ bit of Grammy ac-tion
Wanna walk that carpet man
Wanna hear those cameras flash-ing
Better get that ice, that grill, that Caddy homie
He got the nicest girl call him Daddy
But back he lonely
But he look happy donât he
Dude is a superstar
Heâs out of that shabby clothing
He in a super car
Heâs ridinâ 26âs
But all his soul is lean
Like heâs behind in Texas
But he got that shoulder lean
His land is bare anâ heâs baring guilt
And his skies are grey
Heâs unfulfilled âtil he tilts his head up to the sky
And says...
Chorus:
Father,
Oh how I need you
I canât do it on my own
I need to see you
So now I see you
Youâre the only one who saves
The one who heals
I need you more now than then
Lord I really need you, need you, need you
Daâ T.R.U.T.H:
Now unto Him who is able to keep us all from fallinâ
I know itâs hard when the alcoholics anâ all are ballinâ
Wanna find a hole anâ crawl in
Especially in spring or summer
When even the wanksters and gangsters man
They seem to come up
But I gotta be faithful
My generationâs depending on me
Itâd be disgraceful to them
If I fall like pins in bowling
And I got disciples and a wife
Who watches my every step
With a mind like memory chips
They hold on to what he says
And he is I see I need you
Gotta practice what I preach
I canât just talk a good game
I gotta actually be
And you know your man is weak
But Jesus Christ is strong
So I plant my feet on His solid rock
And I sing this song...
(Chorus x2)
Daâ T.R.U.T.H:
Father ,
We get tired
We need rest for our weary souls
âTil we get very old
And weâre buried in the hole
Iâm carrying a load
Feel like a cargo train
Sometimes I feel like ASAF homie
When I almost faint
And I pray for the carnal saints
Please help their unbelief
And I pray for the hypocrites
Father,
Reveal whatâs underneath
âCos satanâs under feet
And the Saviourâs undefeated
We will persevere âtil the end
Until then
Your sons are saying...
(Chorus x4)