Apathy (Interlude) - Trip Lee

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'!