Izzy:
Nobody knows the troubles I see.
Nobody knows but Jesus.
Oh Lord I,
I know, I know, I know I need more

Da' T.R.U.T.H:

Everybody wanna piece of pie

They want that satisfac-tion

They wan' it guaranteed homie

Wanna wear that glamorous fa-shion

Hand print in the hall of fame

Wanna lil' bit of Grammy ac-tion

Wanna walk that carpet man

Wanna hear those cameras flash-ing

Better get that ice, that grill, that Caddy homie

He got the nicest girl call him Daddy

But back he lonely

But he look happy don't he

Dude is a superstar

He's out of that shabby clothing

He in a super car

He's ridin' 26's

But all his soul is lean

Like he's behind in Texas

But he got that shoulder lean

His land is bare an' he's baring guilt

And his skies are grey

He's unfulfilled 'til he tilts his head up to the sky

And says...



Chorus:

Father,

Oh how I need you

I can't do it on my own

I need to see you

So now I see you

You're the only one who saves

The one who heals

I need you more now than then

Lord I really need you, need you, need you

(x 2)



Da' T.R.U.T.H:

Now unto Him who is able to keep us all from fallin'

I know it's hard when the alcoholics an' all are ballin'

Wanna find a hole an' crawl in

Especially in spring or summer

When even the wanksters and gangsters man

They seem to come up

But I gotta be faithful

My generation's depending on me

It'd be disgraceful to them

If I fall like pins in bowling

And I got disciples and a wife

Who watches my every step

With a mind like memory chips

They hold on to what he says

And he is I see I need you

Gotta practice what I preach

I can't just talk a good game

No!

I gotta actually be

And you know your man is weak

But Jesus Christ is strong

So I plant my feet on His solid rock

And I sing this song...



(Chorus x2)



Da' T.R.U.T.H:

Father ,

We get tired

We need rest for our weary souls

'Til we get very old

And we're buried in the hole

I'm carrying a load

Feel like a cargo train

Sometimes I feel like ASAF homie

When I almost faint

And I pray for the carnal saints

Please help their unbelief

And I pray for the hypocrites

Father,

Reveal what's underneath

'Cos satan's under feet

And the Saviour's undefeated

We will persevere 'til the end

Until then

Your sons are saying...



(Chorus x4)



(Thanks to Robbi for these lyrics)