Dear Mr. Christian (feat. Dee-1 & Lecrae)

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 'cause 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

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

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. 'cause 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

Excuse me, I don't quite understand you

Propaganda and banter and all of this empty chatter

And amidst these amens, hallelujahs, and shuckin' jivin'

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 robbin'?

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 gettin' 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

'Cause otherwise you got nobody else to look down on