Apathy (Interlude)

Sometimes I'm hurtin' and I'm burdened when I'm gazin' inside

Cause I ain't concerned with other persons, the foundation in pride

Feel like a fake and a lie

It's the 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 and 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 curtain

It's like they ain't 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 that I'll 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!