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Well normally at this point you'd hear me sing

And I'd be doing that acoustic guitar thing So by now you're probably wondering what's going on

'Cause this is really starting to sound like one of those rap songs

Well let me tell you what the boy's up to You see I like rap music and the beat box groove

And sometimes I gotta admit I close all the doors And wave my arms around and I pace the floor

But then I crack up laughing, I gotta stop And just face the facts the boy don't hip hop

You see I grew up in a state where the grass is blue So if it's gonna be believable it's got to b tru



CHORUS

It's got to b tru

I've gotta be living what I say I believe

It's got to b tru

even when nobody but Jesus is watching me

It's got to b tru

every single minute of every day If anybody's ever gonna look at me and say hey it's got to b tru



You hear me saying that it's got to b tru

And now my homeboy Toby wants to talk to you



Tru check it out I got a next door neighbor

And I can tell he's been watching my behavior

Yo he's heard that I'm a Christian guy He wants to know if that's the truth or a lie

He's got a list of reasons not to believe Like doubt, dissolution, hypocrisy

It's gonna take some living proof to break through those walls

Yea, it's got to b tru if he'll believe at all



(Chorus)



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