Hit so Hard

It hit so hard It must be true A penitent mind Don't mean nothin to you If ever I slip Upon my grave Mercy me (It must be true) I made my bed Before I lie A sedentary fool And cynical type If ever I slip Upon my grave Mercy me And I Might be a saint Inside your mind Ohhh It gets so hard It must be true I wouldn't wanna be Unfaithful to you If ever I slip Upon my grave Mercy me (It must be true) I lay myself Before the troops The penalty of love Don't do nothin for you If ever I slip Upon my grave Mercy me And I Might be a saint Inside your mind Ohhh I should tell you something before I cross my heart When I walk out the door If ever I slip upon my grave Mercy me And I Might be a saint inside your mind Ohhh And I Might be a saint inside your mind Oh Ohhh Oh Ohhh