Tell Me Who I've Got To Be,

You Say, Wait A Minute, God, You Spared Me From A Slave Job In An Office, And Now I Have A Slave Job Onstage. I Am Not On That Clock No More.

I Keep Letting You Back In. How Can I Explain Myself? As Painful As This Thing Has Been, I Just Can't Be With No One Else.

I Know There Are Certain Gifts That Each Of Us Have. The Gifts You Don't Have To Worry About So Much, Because God Gave Them To Us. It's The Living, It's The Life, It's The Now.

Miscommunication Leads To Complication.

I Can Do What You Do, Easy, Believe Me Frontin' Niggas Give Me Hee-bee-gee-bees