Scribe Music - Come by Here Lyrics

Someone tell me where to go. Cuz I been lookin searchin tryna find a home. A place to call my own
I packed up the whole family, now we on the road. So tired of the show
Is anybody real? Is everyone as good as they appear? I wanna know, I wanna know I wanna know
Them 4 walls for got cha comfy. Pastor preaching someone tell me when he's done please
I hear him talking bout humility. But never see him in the streets where them baby's be dying
And dem mamas keep crying, nobody talking bout what happen cuz daddy's homies always stay quiet
So Mr Prime Minister, why you movin so sinister
I don't wanna talk about economy, unless I see your people on the front lines fighting poverty

Someone's praying my Lord
(Kumbaya)
Someone's crying my Lord
(Kumbaya)
Someone's waiting my Lord
(Kumbaya)
People are dying my Lord
(Kumbaya)

Can you correct if I'm Wrong. Cuz I ain't tryna start a fight, just a revival
Take me through the darkest night so I can be the realist light glow
Tell me if your down, cuz I got the keys to the town, you know I've been around
Young bull, like an OG. I kinda like that ain't nobody really know me
Cuz I got some places I gotta be, but I ain't tryna worry bout the Christian paparazzi
Love God love people that's the motto. I put to death all my worries of my survival yah

Someone's praying my Lord
(Kumbaya)
Someone's crying my Lord
(Kumbaya)
Someone's waiting my Lord
(Kumbaya)
People are dying my Lord
(Kumbaya)

This is just some renegade music, they've asking "who dis?"
Come and here about the realist one to ever do this
Nah I ain't talking foolish, you can fix your face
I'm talking bout the one who went and had to make away
I'm talking bout the Son who went and died and rose in three days
And who's living in each heart of every person who says ok
You made it this far in the record so hear me out
Tryna start a little convo theres need for us to to bout
That aint what I'm all about. I'm about all that He is
To the Christians He's forever, non believers say He never lived
But I see Jesus in the eyes of my niece and my nephews
Filled with wonder and in awe of everything that we do
When you standing in the mountains and are captured by the hues lemme say
That's the way He sees you
We ain't perfect, somehow we still getting caught in His view
God is worth it, so I'm singing Kumbaya over you