Robert Cooper - Flaws Of A Minister Like Me: No Sleep, Vol. 1
I never claimed to be perfectI got my flaws too
I smile in the face of hate and rejection I floss through
Like mouthwash baby
I'm growing and learning
Holding much closer to purpose
Searching my heart for disturbance
Praying to God cause it's hurting
In my closet there's skeletons that I'm cleaning
There's evidence on the walls
Of people I caused bleeding to
Those things were killing me
When I cry spiritually
Holy Spirit relentlessly cleaning what was the pit of me
The epitome
Pushed out of my element
Pray to God like a regiment
I don't care to be relevant
Or accepted
I'm heaven sent
I'm so chosen
I'm destined
I stay counting blessings
You could never curse me
That's a good effort though
I could respect it though it may feel disrespectful
I can't help that you insecure 'bout the truth
Straight Up
I'm picking up the pieces homie give me a break
You rather say it all up on your face or other ones giving you cake
I give you the real real
Like a realtor
I can show you about what I built
I got to start taking some chances
Bout to go jump off a cliff
That's just a metaphor
God told me to go and I'm ready for it
I don't know the path but I'm heading for it
Write propane I'm unleaded for it uhh
Bar raising like the gas prices
You don't even have half the mileage
Weak flows from you demon rappers
On the track watch me pass by ya
Oh you think you flawless
(Sure)
Well would you think again
Oh you think you flawless
(Okay cool)
Well would you think again
You see me as righteous
You see me as perfect
You see me as holy
And You think that I'm worth it
Your thoughts are countless
I'm fearfully formed
You say that I'm born again
You say that I'm your son
You see me as righteous
You see me as perfect
You see me as holy
And You think that I'm worth it
Your thoughts are countless
I'm fearfully formed
You say that I'm born again
You say that I'm your son
Back and forth are my thoughts as I try to balance this panel
I try to find the keys so it play out like a piano
It's getting harder to channel
If my weapon is the word I just reloaded my ammo
I heard the voice of God I double back if it echo
I review the sound like Anthony Fontana
Your servant here like I'm Samuel
The pressure I man handle
Running pace through the desert the sand slip through my sandals I'm saying
I don't get no sleep
Back and forth are my thoughts as I try to balance this panel
I try to find the keys so it play out like a piano
It's getting harder to channel
If my weapon is the word I just reloaded my ammo
And I'm just getting started
They wondering if I'm charged
It's like my drive was restarted or something
They question whether I'm hungry
No dog I'm starving
My appetite for victories
I'm chasing vigorously
Tackling goals viciously
And I'm moving ambitiously
I seen it instantly
I relate to God cause lately people dismissing me
I never thought I'd get it until I stepped into ministry
Crazy how my foes are the same ones that be kissing me
All these Judas's sent to me crazy
Self righteous
Self reliant and selfish
Throwing stones at the body of Christ
Well check yourself then
Lately people opened they homes
Cause often I roam
Birds have nest and foxes have holes
I'm on the road
The kick me with the self righteous boot
Oh now you wise
You even saw me with tears in my eyes
That's how it goes though
I stick my neck out for all my brothers I'm saying the most
I'm choosing violence and nowadays I'm aiming it close
I raise my temperament seeing Satan keep me on my toes
I'm going Rambo homie so why take the patient approach
I prayed to God for compassion I started crashing for sure
I'm going backwards
I get a rash with my back on the ropes
I'm moving fast while other peers just like taking it slow
I see the snakes love shaking hands and taking a toast
You see me now you'd suck your teeth and spit on the ground
Dirt on my grave
The devil trying to kick when I'm down
I'm seeing weirdos
Overlooking the widows
Tryna find the next piece of glory jump out the window
Look
This is pure religion
Take in the homeless children
And visit single women and men
With no father figures
I'm sorry grandmama
I didn't know that I looked you over the last saga
I promise you that I'm doing all that I can mama
But I should be there more so I can hold your hand mama
I found God He turned me to a new man mama
This who I am mama
Living out your prayers
The promise precious
More worth than Gucci and Prada
I squeeze your hand tighter
I don't get no sleep
It broke my heart cause you visit my daddy's grave
That's yearly since 09
His brother you do the same
Flowers on it
Clean tomb
My daddy cremated
Now I'm focused
Cause of you
My drive was reinstated
I always hope
He was saved and did he pray before
I asked you
If Dad was Christian
You said you didn't know
We never know
Last minute
Maybe it all clicked then
I pray to God
That's the case
Even if he just slipped in
Now I'm on a mission
To the ends of the earth
Well I guess we in for a spin then
I'm dribbling every verse
I spin the head of the chicken
Dinner is getting served
I won't get no sleep
Till' every ear has heard
In and out if season
You know I give you the word
I'm reaping all that sow
This harvest time I'm alert
I speak the truth you know I'm speaking it now
The day is still coming where every knee in this world will bow to Jesus
Written by:
Robert Cooper
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