NEW P.O.D SONG, "I AM"

Evidently P.O.D. is back and going strong. I read the lyrics to one of their songs today. I did notice the word, f**k, but it did not bother me. My opinion is that it actually added to the effect of the lyrics and represented the true thoughts and feelings about Christ that many hurting people have. I am glad to see artists being real with their lyrics and unashamed to approach their music in a way that represents the culture. The things they talk about in this particular song are real. The lyrics gripped me, and to answer the question they ask, yes, Jesus Christ died for all of these types of people. Read these lyrics carefully, and think of each of these types of people crying out for a real love, the love of Christ. Many of us are represented in this song, and even if you’re not, you know someone who is.

I Am The Murdered, The Pervert , Sick To The Core
I Am The Unclean, Dope Fiend, I Am The Whore)
I Am The Beat Down, Mistreated, Sexually Abused
I Have Violated, Fornicated and sexually Used
I Am The Con Artist, Cold Hearted, Smooth Preacher
Cash Stealer, Emotion Bleeder, The Soul Lecher
I Feed Off The Poor But I'm A Slave To The Rich
I'm In Depression So, This Reflection is Making Me Sick
Are You The One That's Come To Set Me Free ?
Cause If You Knew Who I Am, Would You Really Want To Die For Me ?
They Say You Are The Cursed Man, The One Who Hangs From This Tree
I Know This Is The One and only son of GOD But Tell Who the fuck is he!
So tell me!
I Am Fake, A fraud, A Phony, I'm Known Liar
Anorexic, Rejected Object of your desire
Suicidal Thoughts, Keep one in the chamber
I'm A turned out streetwalking Heroin Banger
I Am a secret cutter, Porn lover, The Town, Drunkard
Next Door, Neighborhood slut, I am Somebody's mother
Out casted arrogant bastard son
I am the talk of the town but this story's just begun
I am what you reaped, I am what you sewed
I am that guy talking to himself, I am alone
I'm the forgotten child ravaged and raped through sex traffic
And Since I'm a little strange, My daddy called me a faggot
I am insecure, Immature, Even I Discuss Me
In denial, Pill Pop'n, Prescription junkie
I see demons, Eyes Bleeding, My Soul Impure
Already know that I'm the disease, But tell me what's the cure?
This is me, We are him and i am you
Old things have passed away and all things become new!