Yeah
You used to love me, you used to hug me
You used to touch me, the hem of garment, I could've sworn it
It filled a temple, and now you want it just to flaunt it
You gettin' rich from being Christian, is it cross or commas?
I ain't ya mama when you outside
Pushing you on the swings, ain't lettin' you kiddos slide
This gym is a jungle, the only Lion without a pride
Opinions will crumble, the cookie-cutter is cutting lives, don't think it's sweet
I know you tell truth, I love that
You seen the priests going live and asked them "Where the blood at?"
You seen these preachers throwing lies and asked them "Where the glove at?"
They killed a bride and want a Johnnie Cochran just to scrub that, they hands dirty
They hand virgins a Klan purchase with white sheets
Underneath, it's darker than plans searchin' for fan churches
With Martin Luther, the king version, I seen curtains split in two natures, I been worthy, the God man
I'm here to humble you, you comfortable
I don't mumble when I come for you, I'm somethin' wonderful
Stevie Wonder probably wonder, when you lost sight, is it frostbite?
Love waxing cold, that menorah left, 'til you walk right
I got beef with you, too
I got beef with you, too
I got beef with you, too
I got beef with you, too
You think you love me, you think you hug me, you think you touch me
The hem of garment, you never worn it, you only warm in uniform
Perform when the sermon on, when the service on
You German copy, Nazi, just concentrate
Then you might consecrate
Then you might find the door, I'ma rose that supply the space
You think I'm jokin', look in the book, there you'll find the ace
Who cuttin' clubs with a single heart? Games are not for grace
Who runs amok with a cringey start? This is not a race
Or is it?
Did I die or didn't?
This your brain on drugs, double-minded with a biscuit
You ain't hot or cold, it's no wonder I keep spittin'
Why you sinnin'? You think you Earth, you think you spinnin'
You think you winnin', but what's gon' happen when you finish
All that chit-chattin', big-rappin', gum-smackin', toe-tappin', holy-roller-actin', Jesus-is-my-homie-only-when-He don't-be-askin'-me-for-me
I used to hug you, I used to touch you, I thought I loved you (Thought I loved you)
I'd rather humble than let my sensitive heart rebuttal
I didn't pay you no mind, and you said my mind was doubled
Honestly, I got on my grind, you see, my decline was subtle (It was subtle)
David's son said to free myself from the major debt (He did)
And David Ramsey, he gave the keys with the baby steps
I paid the loans, then made a home, and a baby next
Bought it cash, two on the dash of the Mercedes S-O-S
Wasted time on the Rolex
I'll make it plain
Went and ripped James out of the codex (I did)
Pure religion's caring for the widows and the orphans (Uh huh)
I'm out in Bora Bora tryna live off the endorphins (Uh huh)
Passing by a bum on the corner, asking for quarters
Saw dad and daughter goin' to war 'bout an abortion (Uh huh)
Took my phone out for some content, I could record, and said
"Lamentations 3:24, the Lord is my portion", aw man
Built a platform that was all sand (All sand)
If you spit out of the mouth of the God man
Apathetic, not apostolic, the fact is (What?)
Catechism is catastrophic, redacted (Okay)
I'm the clay and You are the Potter, my Father (My Father)
I give my heart back to where it started, in living water (I do)
A lotta hope from a little pain, it hits harder
A lotta growth, a Lil' Wayne, the sixth Carter
Lord, forgive me for my sins and sensibilities (Yeah)
I get emotional when this ever gets brought up
I wanna hug you, I wanna touch you, it's hard to love you (It's hard to love you)
You said there's one thing you have against me, my heart is troubled
My zeal's strong, but without love, you made it simple (Simple)
A noisy gong, a clanging cymbal, a weighty symbol
Dog, I've been returning to my vomit, rather take the kibble
Pray too little, emancipate from hate, I think of His grace too little
Yeah, hellstone and brimfire (Brimfire)
I got it backwards, like the way I built my tripwire
I been known to kick a liar out the holy empire (Liar)
But what you desire is a lyre and the kid's choir (Uh huh)
Or a prostitute in one that's gonna sit by her
Savior of all civilization, the better Sid Meier
Repentance, all I had to give, it's written on my face
I sit calm 'cause I'm hidden in His will and grace
