Apathy (Interlude) Trip Lee

Sometimes I’m hurting and I’m burdened when I’m gazing inside
Coz I ain’t concerned with other persons, the foundation is pride
Feel like a fake and a lie
It’s like my comforts are my Lord coz I be raising them 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 hot
And meanwhile these folks is hurting every place, I should cry
But I lose sight like bullets grazing my eyes, what should I do now?
When I drive through my city and I see these folks hurting
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 disturbing
I should be praying for them, finding ways that I can serve them
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 waiting