Текст песни Industry

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You remember the time, when the purpose of the rhyme, was to see the souls affected?

But now is it the man, every purpose and every plan, to whom the praise is directed?

We live out our dream, to make the crowd scream, but turn to yell at the sound man,

Since where and when did we stop checking the word and begin to start checking the sound scan?

Remember when shows were for souls and rhymes were for flows?

Now we spend one minute to pray, if even that for each day, but spend 2 hours checkin our clothes.

What happened to the passion we was having that was sparked for us in the beginning?

but we're quick to cry, point the speck in your eye, but even quicker to justify our sinning.

We're quick to diss and raise the fist to justify the things that we do,

But for every finger we point at them, just remember friend there's 4 more pointin back at you.

How and when did it all begin as ministry turned to industry?

Cause did Jesus need a manager, record label, distributor, or even a booking agency?

When troubles came, did he call on the name, or turn to a lawyer to handle it?

Why do we ask God last, ignore the past, but be the first to ask our management?Kj-52 - Industry - http://ru.motolyrics.com/kj-52/industry-lyrics.html

Cause next to him, our glory's dim and comparison truly pales

Why does every move in which we choose seem to revolve around our record sales?

We can get our groove on, yet we worry about comin on to strong.

Yet we water it down so much there ain't even nothing left to chew on.

Souls become sales, and sales become a salary.

Give the crowd something to feel, whine about keepin it real,

but why don't we try to keep it to reality?

Yet when its all over and the mic is hung and its all been said and done,

It never mattered how many battles i won, but only the souls that I've won.

On the other side, will my silly pride cause me to hold my head up proud .

If I wont have beef with you then, then tell me friend, why should I have beef with you now.

At the end of my life when I held that mic did I really truly deserve it?

Forget if i was phat, forget if i was whack,

I want to hear well done my good and faithful servant.