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 I'm waitin!