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Verse 1]

I can’t open up,

Can’t bring myself to tell the truth—

The truth cuts deep, too offensive.

When hypocrites are judging you,

There’s only two kinds of people:

The caught and the un-caught…

Tell me now, which one are you?

If any man says he has not sinned,

He’s a liar—his words aren’t true.

Nobody wants to face the mirror;

They’d rather shine that light on you.

There’s only two kinds of people—

The caught and the un-caught.

Tell me now, which one are you?

Tell me now, which one are you?

I know people who never reached their potential—

Got a gift, got talent too.

But when the fire got hot,

And they were put on the spot,

Another hypocrite needed a refuge took the easy way shifter the blame

And gave the vultures another chew.

There’s only two kinds of people—

The caught and the un-caught.

Tell me now, which one are you?

Tell me now, which one are you?