I think less of the lord for not expressing his force
If you can rap, it don't mean shit, unless you're pressing record
Maybe that's why in church I've never knelt to him for
I lay my hand on the bible leave the testaments scorched
Like an acetylene torch, and leave cinders in my wake
Break bread with your enemies, I'm there, then set a plate
All the Christians think that I'm really filled with hate
And in the Garden Of Eve gettin lifted with the snake
-Flow Change-
I been awake for like three straight days
Laughing at the fact that we say grace
There's no listening but we stay prais-
ing to empty rooms because we obey faith
How can I take you, serious, you prey to
A figment of imagination, you faith fool
How can I make you, hear this, the straight truth
When the bible's are your ear mits, you faith fool