You think you can handle the truth
Nothing but the only truth
Free fall from higher ground
Remember those on your way up
When you're on your way back down
There used to be ones like you before,
Some of them rude, some of them crude
Took advantage of their love
Had no roots, or no fruits
they're just withered like grass
Free fall from higher ground
Remember those on your way up
When they run you out of town
Yeah, word keep goin' about town
You kickin' dirt on my name
You want this bad for no good
Want it, want it, can't get it
Using every dirty trick in the book
Don't let the glitter of the gold
What shall it profit a man
To gain all the glory of the world
but lose his soul? his soul
Some a dem rude, some a dem crude,
took advantage of the love
Using every dirty trick in the book,
You think you are the superstar
You drive around in fancy cars
You don't know how you got this far
You don't remember who you are
People must kiss your feet
In the church you get the
But check out in your history
You think you can handle the truth
Nothing but the only truth
You think you are a superstar
You don't know how you got this far
In the church you get the best from sin
With no ounce of humility
Look to you, your history
Three, four, and you won't see me