Who Am I? Songtext
von Da’ T.R.U.T.H.

Yeahhh (Tye Tribbet)
Unh
Good to have you in the building baby
Truth! (they call me da truth)
Just clap your hands
Now you know we got to talk to all people every in this world
We really challenged enough to look at ourselves in this one
For am ready (am ready)
I hope ya all ready
On the wall one two three


If the Bible was re-written and the writers put me in it
I wonder how my life would read
Would the people that have heard of me read just to learn of me be turned away by what they see
Or would they slump in their sofas blown away and sober by my life didn′t come to believe
Or would they do a once over read the pages of my life, and once it's over, close the book and say that′s not how I want to be
And that's a sad commentary when I'm buried under the public to see
But I pray they remember me for
Walking in integrity being what God called me to be.
And if I leave an impression man I hope that I impress them with a life that was clean and free
And I pray that it′s not embarrasing when they read my narrative once I finally do leave

Let′s go
Hoorah
Am I more like Cain full of hatred to my brother to slain
Hoorah
Or am I more like Jezebel sexual in all my ways (think about it)
Hoorah!
Or am I more like Mary pure and holy 'till I lay in the grave
Hoorah
Or am I more like Abel, able to please God with my ways (Think about it)
Hoorah

If the book was re-written and the writers put me in it what would they say about my private life
Would they say that my commitment to the ministry was strong but that I never spend time with my wife
What would they say about my character
Would they say that I was arrogant, an American full of myself

How would they write about my parenting
Would they say while traveling, I put my children up on the shelf
Would it be positive or negative if everything I ever did was charted down and read by all
Not only the stuff you could see on the surface but the stuff that was done in the dark
Well if the boys could talk when the doors was locked would they say that I was off the chain or would it be the complete opposite would they say that my public and private life were all the same


Hoorah
Am I more like Cain full of hatred to my brother to slain
Hoorah
Or am I more like Jezebel sexual in all my ways (think about it)
Hoorah
Or am I more like Mary pure and holy ′till I lay in the grave
Hoorah
Or am I more like Abel, able to please God with my ways
Hoorah

If the book was re-written and the writers put me in who would they say that I resemble the most
Would it be Joseph or Sampson both of 'em handsome only one of ′em was a symbol of hope
Or would I be listed among the greats mentioned among the saints in the hall of fame
Would I'd have to be stripped of this running the base a product of my own mistakes
Now I know it′s not possible but if the book was re-written man I wonder how my life would read
From two years old till my funeral would I fail or would I succeed? 'cause when they write my biography what would they recall about the life and times about the man it means a lot to me
'Cause in the story I leave ′em I am either God′s leader or a picture of what not to be

Hoorah
Am I more like Cain full of hatred to my brother to slain
Hoorah
Or am I more like Jezebel sexual in all my ways (think about it)
Hoorah
Or am I more like Mary pure and holy 'till I lay in the grave
Hoorah
Or am I more like Abel, able to please God with my ways (think about it)
Hoorah
Don′t stop clapping your hands, come on