Little boy, where you goin'?
Tell me what you gon' do, you gon' be
Tell me what your future
Is college in your dreams?
You like that money and them shiny things?
Got shot at seventeen
At your funeral we sing a sad song
Your momma's baby's gone
I hear the preacher say, "Rest in peace little boy"
Little girl, where you goin'?
Do you even know you too young for them clothes?
I know you think you grown
But let him see you mind, not the crack of yo behind
Baby, take your time and realize
Tomorrow has trouble of its own
Oh, and one more things
You deservea king 'cause you a queen baby girl
What happened to the days when we knew the way and we used to say Jesus
Now everything is gray when trouble comes we pray
Something's gotta change
Ive seen lighting flashing
And I heard the thunder roll
See it wont be long God is showing up on our wrong
You better get right church
Before its time to go home
Momma, Daddy, what you doing?!
Aint took a trip in years
Busy with both your careers
Trying to make your mark
Even bought a house but your kids live at 106& Park
Its gettin' dark
Dont let the sun go down
Now your children aint around for you
Aint no money in the work worth you losing family
Just tryin' to help you see baby
If we ever needed The Lord before, we sho' do need him now
Preacherman, where you goin'?
Church what does it mean?
Talent show or lottery?
I know I've been guilty
It starts inside of me
Together, we can make a change
And one more thing
When you judge his name
The preacher aint your God
See his job is to give people jesus, baby