Apathy (Interlude) Songtext
von Trip Lee

Sometimes I′m hurtin' and I′m burdened when I'm gazin' inside
Cause I aint 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 everyplace, 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′
Yea, I'm certain that I care till′ I'm home and close the curtains
It's like they aint 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′d 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
Im waitin!