I Got A Reprobate Mind

You talk about mercy
Deliver me pain
You say that fire coming from the skies and it’s about to rain
And I don’t believe it
No! I just don’t believe it
I’m trying hard to be kind
And you telling me I’m blind
That’s just the way I was designed
Cuz I got a reprobate mind

You talk about heaven
Then you give me hell
Will I be flying high up in the sky it’s really hard to tell
When I don’t believe it
No! I just don’t believe it
There’s just so much to unwind
At that table where He dined
That’s just the way I was designed
Cuz I got a reprobate mind

Every story that you tell they sound so wonderful and swell
I think I’m falling for it in the sweet by and by
Start running out of my defenses while I’m coming to my senses
You know there ain’t nobody gonna have a mansion in the sky

You don’t like black folks the brown or the yellow
But you pretend you do in front of me cuz you’re that kind of fellow
You say you’re believing
When you’re really deceiving
You say that I’ll be left behind
Well I guess that was assigned
That’s just the way I was designed
Cuz I got a reprobate mind

You talk about Jesus And God and the devil
But I seen the way you really are so none of that was on the level
You say I receive it! Oh! If I really believe it
But I saw your pockets that you lined
You should be locked away and fined
That’s just the way I was designed
Cuz I got a reprobate mind
I got a reprobate mind
I got a reprobate mind
I got a reprobate mind

Words and Music by Mike Lawson
© 2022 Psychotronic Music – BMI

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