Из альбома: Church Clothes
R.I.P. to Medgar Evers, R.I.P. to doctor King
I ain't tryna hate on my own kind, but Al and Jesse don't speak for me
I'm probably gon' catch some flack, man, but I'm a swallow this pill like Pacman
Some of these folks won't tell the truth, too busy tryna get them raps, man
Church tryna rob my paychecks, Choir members probably havin' gaysex
Pastor manipulatin' hurtin' women, I wonder what he's gon' say next
Bookstore pimpin' them hope books, like God don't know how broke looks
And tellin' me that I'm gon' reap a meal, if I sow into these low crooks
Plus I know old girl a freak and how she's singin' solo
I walked in Church with a snapback and they tellin' me "That's a no no"
That's backwards, and I lack words, for these actors, called pastors
All these folks is hypocrites, and that's why I ain't at Church
Truthfully, I'm just doin' me, and I don't wanna face no scrutiny
As long as the Church keep wildin' out, I can justify all my foolish deeds
Smokin' weed, pourin' up, keep that lean up in my cup
Maybe I can change the world but this porn on my laptop got me stuck
Yeah, I know what's right or wrong, but that there ain't gon' sell a soul
I'd rather sell my soul to save it, if that's what make my money long
There better not be no real God, with real Hope that heals hearts
That shows me that I ain't livin' up, to all the things that He put me here fo'
There better not be no real Church, real saints, who pray hard
And let me rock my snapback with the 501's and the J's on
There better not be no real folk, who don't think that they're better than you
Straight or gay, drunk or high, they walk through the cold weather with you
Nah, we don't wanna see that, 'cause that might mean life change
That might mean I'm worth more than money, cars, sex and pipe dreams
There better not be no real Jesus, real forgiveness for hurt folks
If God gon' take me as I am, I guess I already got on my Church clothes