[verse 1] What if, we need more of You than we ever realized On the outside, the disguise is devised to hide the truth, the proof that I died. (no fruit) I look alive, But I’m dead, I’m deceased, I’ve ceased from living Outwardly ‘I’m giving” a blue-ribbon performance But inwardly, I’m scorned, torn to bits and pieces My praise is appraised as “most expensive” But my prayers, bare wrinkles and creases, (I'm the cheapest) At a distance I sound like a Christian thesis But up close and personal, it's controversial Because I’m “frontin”, I look nothing like Jesus [hook] Get real with me, the real me Reveal the real me And all the ills that’s concealed in me That real me that really be Instilled in the inner me The sinner me Containing the end of me Entertaining the gaming of the enemy Lord erase this place from my memory Get real with me, the real me Reveal the real me And he ills that’s concealed in me That real me that really be Instilled in the inner me The sinner me Containing the end of me Entertaining the gaming of the enemy Lord erase this place from my memory [verse 2] What if my version is a diversion, A perversion of self-centered sermons That don’t amount to Your sermon on the Mount People see my face, my place, My Space, and my account But I’ve lived without an ounce of accountability No humility, I’ve become numb, worried about clout and if (someone feeling me) What if, my life is killing me What if, the things that defile me are still in me What if, I went where You didn't send me I don’t want to pretend to be Your child With a lifestyle that reviles Your commandments Teach me Your ways And reach me in ways that I’ll display What the commands meant Son of Man, I repent [hook] Get real with me, the real me Reveal the real me And all the ills that’s concealed in me That real me that really be Instilled in the inner me The sinner me Containing the end of me Entertaining the gaming of the enemy Lord erase this place from my memory Get real with me, the real me Reveal the real me And he ills that’s concealed in me That real me that really be Instilled in the inner me The sinner me Containing the end of me Entertaining the gaming of the enemy Lord erase this place from my memory [spoken dialogue] In Psalm 50, the Scripture reveals how Yahweh is NOTHING like us, NOTHING like us, And if we believe so, we are wickedly deceived with hearts that offend Him., with an offense so great, He will destroy us along with the world that we loved more than Him. That's heavy. Repent beloved, Repent.
