Bishop G. E. Patterson brought indispenible evidence of our need to provide extended ministries. In his prerogative as leader, he re-enforced our position in charitable giving and socail ministries with the creation of COGIC Charities. He engineered new efforts in the realm of philanthropy and evangelism. He could be heard saying,"How can I preach when the vicissitudes of life are destorying the people?" When hurricanes Rita and Katrina ravaged the nation, the plea of the Presiding Bishop was appreciated. It was exraordinary that faith preaching and practical realities of the Gospel prepared the Church of God in Christ to help alleviate the pain and suffering of countness people during the aftermath of the storms.
I'm Going Through
Bishop G.E. Patterson Lyrics
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I be goin' through all kinda shit
I can't trust my baby mama, niggas counterfeit
These hoes be thinking that I love them, I don't love that bitch
I wonder if I take a fall or I'm gon' keep it lit, yeah
I be goin' through all kinda shit
I can't trust my baby mama, niggas counterfeitThese hoes be thinking that I love them, I don't love that bitch
I wonder if I take a fall or I'm gon' keep it lit, yeah (it's a check)
I've been going through pain (yeah), the rain (yeah)
The shame (yeah), the blame (yeah)
The flames (yeah), the fame (yeah)
Go 'head (yeah) and hate with lame shit, yeah
Even though they love to say I ain't shit, yeah (yeah)
Even though the Benz still lane switch, yeah
Niggas gon' tell you that you can't drive right
People throw shade when they see you shine bright
I go through it every day, I'm just tryna make a way
Even when I had waves, I remember back
When I was a nappy-headed little child (little child)
My lip was always poked out and I never smiled (never smiled)
We didn't have a lot of cheese, we was broke (we was broke)
Vienna sausage, SPAM, beans and pork (beans and pork, biatch!)
I be goin' through all kinda shit
I can't trust my baby mama, niggas counterfeit
These hoes be thinking that I love them, I don't love that bitch
I wonder if I take a fall or I'm gon' keep it lit, yeah
I be goin' through all kinda shit
I can't trust my baby mama, niggas counterfeit
These hoes be thinking that I love them, I don't love that bitch
I wonder if I take a fall or I'm gon' keep it lit, yeah
I be goin' through all kinda shit
I am experiencing a variety of challenges and difficulties
I can't trust my baby mama, niggas counterfeit
I cannot rely on my child's mother or some of the people in my circle are not authentic
These hoes be thinking that I love them, I don't love that bitch
Some women believe that I have feelings for them, but I do not have any feelings for them
I wonder if I take a fall or I'm gon' keep it lit, yeah
I am uncertain if I will fail or if I will continue to succeed
I've been going through pain (yeah), the rain (yeah)
I have endured physical and emotional suffering and adverse circumstances
The shame (yeah), the blame (yeah)
I have been experiencing feelings of guilt and fault
The flames (yeah), the fame (yeah)
I have experienced both intense criticism and also moments of great public recognition
Go 'head (yeah) and hate with lame shit, yeah
People may talk down on me with subpar attempts to hate on me, but I am undeterred
Even though they love to say I ain't shit, yeah (yeah)
People enjoy criticizing me, but I choose to rise above their negativity
Even though the Benz still lane switch, yeah
Even as I experience success and gain new possessions, I remain humble
Niggas gon' tell you that you can't drive right
Some people will try to discourage you from pursuing your goals or dreams
People throw shade when they see you shine bright
When others witness your success, they may try to diminish it or negatively comment on it
I go through it every day, I'm just tryna make a way
I face obstacles and hardships on a daily basis, but I am persevering in order to achieve my goals
Even when I had waves, I remember back
Even in moments of personal glory and success, I reflect on my past experiences
When I was a nappy-headed little child (little child)
When I was a young and underprivileged child without a lot of resources to succeed in life
My lip was always poked out and I never smiled (never smiled)
I did not express joy or happiness in the past because of my difficult circumstances
We didn't have a lot of cheese, we was broke (we was broke)
My family did not have a lot of money and we struggled financially
Vienna sausage, SPAM, beans and pork (beans and pork, biatch!)
These were the limited food options available to us due to our lack of resources
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Written by: Akeem Douglas Hayes, Earl Stevens, Tonee Hayes
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