It's Not You... It's Me

Ch-ch-ch-change, ch-ch-change Change the world but stuck to the couch A bad attitude inside you try to hide, time to clean house A vertical intention, but attention reroutes To anything stimulating, self-discipline yourself Your health depends on what you already know But you're slow to react and you lack self-control I know that you know that God is watching The Father, Spirit, and the Son around the clock not stopping A cloud of witnesses is in addition, but you're shrinking at any inkling of mocking The same sin depraves men of knowing God, but you can't stop them Because you're too stuck on yourself to stay quiet You don't engage because you're afraid with closed eyelids The silence is deafening because God is beckoning your insides Reckoning my stance because I'm tryna give you some insight I highlight the problem by writing on my own forehead When I say "You," I'm looking in the mirror pleading, "Wake up," because you're dead A raised fist to the sky, ready to enlist Steady with insisting on never missing a surgical strike precise towards the cyst Remove the cancer, it's no vision, sta-sta-start the incision My mission is clear, leave myself in the rearview A clear view and focus to try to get the truth near you What better place than for truth to be inside your head But if I don't speak up, do I have your blood on my hands, 'cause you're dead? He bled, He died, He cried for your soul You run, you hide, and you try to maintain control But I've learned you can run, but Jesus doesn't get tired My exhaustion gives Him time to shine like I grabbed a live wire So I hide my face and lift my hands to Him like I'm drowning in water Lack of me means more of Him I point you to the Father I point you to the Father I point you to the Fa-Fa-Fa-Father You didn't realize by now It's not you, it's me It's me