Da' T.R.U.T.H. - Why I Do Lyrics

[Intro:]
I don't do this for fame
I don't do this for fame
I don't do this for fame
I don't do this for the money
I don't do this for fame
I don't do this so the industry can know my name

[Hook:]
I don't do this for the money
I don't do this for fame
I don't do this for fame
I don't do this for fame

I don't do this for the money
I don't do this for fame
I don't do this so the industry can know my name

[Verse 1:]
That was much easier to say a couple dollars ago
That was much easier to say a couple albums ago
That was a piece of cake to say before I got on the road
Landing a record deal with Cross Movement was not in my goals

When I say that man I mean it—but I'm at war with myself
Due to the roars and the applause and the awards on my shelf
Plus the allure of more wealth—man I know what I store—it's gone melt
Sometimes I'm torn and so I'm drawn—back to the floors that I've knelt

But the closer I get to God—the more I know that it's nothing
All of my things and my achievements—man I wanna throw 'em in the oven
Burn 'em up—I'm hurt enough about the Jones' I covet
And I hate the fact that I want more of what I can't have like Ocean's Eleven

Though I'm known in the public—not a king when I walk in your service
I'm no better then my Lord—man I know then I'm only a servant
If you see me help with chairs don't tell me that I'm a king
I already know that but I gotta show that I ain't gotta wear diamond rings

Before I'm Truth man, I'm a Christian so I gotta grind on my knees
Basically, pick up a basin and start washin' some feet
Even if you feel the beat like some cops in the street
Please don't tell me I'm the best, I'm tryin' not to compete

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Please believe me when I say that I wanna be humble—I try
If I can be honest with y'all, last week I buckled and cried
When I was talking with some youth leaders I crumbled inside
And I told them that my number one problem was that I struggle with pride

With the lights and the cameras—gotta keep it all in perspective
Ten years from now I won't be rappin, probably be somewhere lecturing
Can't be hyped by the press clips—won't be right to give preference
To the people that came into my life and are seemingly more impressive

Lesson number one—I can't be a slave to the hype
Number two—man God forbid that I try to get my name in them lights
Number three—I got the right to wear them Bapes if I like
But watching Jesus He was famous but He was waiving His rights

He was King—could've came on a white horse that would not have been sinful
If He came in on a donkey, I ain't gotta ride in no limo
None of this would be happening if I was shopping the demo
So I'm content if the car is clean and I can roll down a window

Gotta stay close to my kinfolk—I wanna stay low to the ground
It's simple, you hear that tempo, yeah I'm slowin' it down
Hence forth, my life's in print so, from the front to the back
Jesus Christ is the main feature—I'm just an opening act

[Hook]

[Outro:]
All flesh is as grass
And the glory of man is at the flowers of the field
The grass withers and the flowers fade
But the word of the Lord endures forever

I'm here and I'm gone
That's why I take the time that I have
To proclaim the One who was glorious
The Lord Jesus Christ, who is indeed God