Derek Minor - Dear Mr. Christian Lyrics
[Verse 1: Derek Minor]I was nine years old when daddy first touched meAt 15 I ran away and never stopped runningI met a man who took me in 'cuz I was pretty thoughHe said that you could make some money in my videoI get high and drunk just to make it through a showAnd act like I'm enjoying it but really this is all a showI feel degraded, purity obliteratedThis is all I know and I really hate itMr. Minor are you listening? I know that you're a ChristianAnd got computer programs to block me from your visionAnd every time you watch me you say that I'm the issueYour pastor preaching about how not to let me catch you slippingBut maybe I'm a victim, maybe I'm just trapped in the systemAnd next time you pray maybe I might get a mention (please)Before you talk about me remember that I'm lostAnd your secret pleasure coming at a cost[Hook: Derek Minor]Dear Mr. Christian, I know you’re on a missionI know you say the answer to my problem is religionI know I’m supposed to change the way I live and stop sinningBut I’d appreciate it if you take some time to listenDear Mr. Christian[Verse 2: Dee-1]Man I'm on that chronicHigher than a cometSippin' gin and tonicDrinking till I vomitTatted on my arms, tatted on my facePants hanging low, nina on my waistI be slanging soft, plus I got that hardDie for my hood, ride for my boulevardI got love for my dogs but never for these girlsIt's M.O.E. 'cuz money rule the worldBut Mr. Dee-1, I grew up crummySaw my pops get killed in front of meSaw my momma do dope in front of meFelt like ain't nobody love meUniform dirty, dressing bummyWent to school they called me uglyCaught the bus they used to jump meGod I just prayed to you SundayNow it's Monday, I'm starvingSip sour milk out of the cartonTalk to myself while I'm out walking should I put myself in a coffin?I don't know! All I grew up with was troubleAin't know no role model, I knew the struggle[Hook][Verse 3: Lecrae]Excuse me, I don't quite understand youPropaganda and banter and all of this empty chatterAnd amidst these amens, hallelujahs, and shuckin' jivin'I see a lot of hypocrites and hyper-criticizingMr. Lecrae my momma sold me up the river for some rocksAnd daddy told me I was nothing but a problemNow here you come telling me I'm a low down dirty sinnerAnd you got the nerve to wonder why I'm in these streets robbin'?Well go and get batman, and go get back manI don't need to be judged by you and all of your wack friendsAin't gluttony a sin? Why you staring at my gin?Where I'm from we don't pretendWe know we ain't gettin' inNow the world don't trust meAnd these streets done crushed meThought you were known for love but you just love to judge meTruth is, ironically you need me around though'Cuz otherwise you got nobody else to look down on[Hook]
