Superhuman

Come you sinners poor and needy Weak and wounded, sick and sore Jesus ready stands to save you Grace requires nothing more I will arise and go to Jesus He will embrace me in his arms In the arms of my dear Saviour There are ten thousand charms Why is it every time I step up on a train I see a pretty dame then I wonder what her name is Before I even get there the question on my brain is Do you love the Lord? Do you live to make Him famous? Then the car stop She step off It's time to refocus Questionin my heart and examinin my motives Why I'm capitivated by the brown skin mocha divas and I hope in mind she's a believer Okay, she got all that beauty Yea, it's obvious I can't let it take precedence over godliness Now I'm gettin restless How I'm recognizin I'm takin pleasure in all these false treasures They fool's gold Instead of lookin for them sundresses I should just be lookin for the Son I confess it Even though my pride's tellin me, "don't ever let the fans know" I am not a super human though I'm a man So the grace that I talk about on all of my records I need it for myself cause really I'm just a mess findin rest in from the pressures of perfection As I stand up on this platform, they expectin Me to be a man without flaws. That's false. I am just another rapper that's called to point ya'll to the cross And that's exactly where I'm headed I'm just another beggar pointin ya'll to where the bread is man I'm not a superhuman I am just a man No, I'm not a superhuman I am just a man I'm not a superhuman I am just a man, but they never understand I'm nothin more than a man lost, dead in my sin So here I am alive in Your hands Your hands Your hands We dress up nice in heels We try to make people buy em That's why when someone ask how we doin, we tell em fine Knowin we hurt inside, but tell me who's really lyin They ain't really wanna know how you doin That cost time That's way to expense And if I ever get a date with a dime, I'm sendin my representative The version of Andy that's cropped and edited I'm killin this first impression and I'm hidin the evidence Yea, photoshoppin the blemishes These lies of perfection are the cry of the desperate Men that want acceptance Holdin they breath Dyin a thousand deaths Forgettin there's beauty inside the mess What else could you expect? We obesessed over Twitter numbers Checkin ours, then comparin em to others like The number of likes up on a status is somehow suppose to raise our status Boy, this is madness We want the trophy wife who's the baddest and not some average So we can feel like the man Randy Savage Take me off the shelf I don't wanna be for retail I would rather be real Let you see the details When we fell, It feels like we fall so far cause they put us so high I am not a star I'm just a product of grace that's still in the process And I don't gotta be great because my God is No, I don't gotta be great because my God is I'm just a product of grace and guess what? I'm still in the process that's unfinished business Would you love me if I told you I couldn't fly? I got no cape on And no mask on There's no disguise Oh I'm no hero There's only one Oh I'm no hero There's only one And He's not for sale I'm not a superhuman I am just a man No, I'm not a superhuman I am just a man I'm not a superhuman I am just a man, but they never understand I'm nothin more than a man lost, dead in my sin So here I am alive in Your hands Your hands Your hands