Trouble we all in the way
Revelation we don't know what to pray
Your Word seem to get in the way
So, the Word we forgetting to say
Too busy trippin' on the pulpit and who's pimpin'
Pimpin' who's pimpin'
But we all trippin'
If Jesus was in the court yard He'd be flippin'
Leading the fray so astray
Looking to build amongst urban decay
Church tradition while bullets still spray
Politics our mission put the Lord on display
In the hood we forgot all the bebe's
Many half high stepping we the Aka
Lead the dough boys away
Hope we attract all the Trays
Gospel backbite bout the things that are petty
Gospel backseat while you passing the pate
Facts of life all around it ain't okay
Annie are you okay
Skating past issues like your nickname name was Tootie
Christian can be 2 face
Yeah, leave a bad taste
Pharisees killed Jesus what a disgrace
But no cold case
We in trouble yeah the Lord feels the disgrace
Looking out for self though the Lord say about face
Digging up flesh though he died, made a closed case
Say you love God with a straight face
Turning up our to the lost
While we keep right on sinning
Thinking we can keep Deceiving
Like we don't know the ending
But we call ourself winning cause we all God's children
But we Cain with the offering not knowing Abel's in the building
We stress but we sting with our tongue tho
Big mouth pelican like we rondo
Forget the spot busy believing for the condo
Thinking you in charge, but you really like Tonto
Puppet like Gonzo, funny like Grouch O
S on your chest, but your egos like compost
Get it you can get a 2 piece combo
Use to people yelling bravo
Got a flock, but you treat the people awful
Yeah you act Holy, but man something off tho
Treating ministry yeah like a rock show
And you don't even rock tho
Yeah, ya ego is way past the cosmos
Can't win like a team
From Toronto
Epizzle man I'm trabajando
We in trouble yeah the Lord feels the disgrace
Looking out for self though the Lord say about face
Digging up flesh though he died, made a closed case
Say you love God with a straight face
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Trouble we all in the way
Revelation we don't know what to pray
Your Word seem to get in the way
So, the Word we forgetting to say
Too busy trippin' on the pulpit and who's pimpin'
Pimpin' who's pimpin'
But we all trippin'
If Jesus was in the court yard He'd be flippin'
Leading the fray so astray
Looking to build amongst urban decay
Church tradition while bullets still spray
Politics our mission put the Lord on display
In the hood we forgot all the bebe's
Many half high stepping we the Aka
Lead the dough boys away
Hope we attract all the Trays
Gospel backbite bout the things that are petty
Gospel backseat while you passing the pate
Facts of life all around it ain't okay
Annie are you okay
Skating past issues like your nickname name was Tootie
Christian can be 2 face
Yeah, leave a bad taste
Pharisees killed Jesus what a disgrace
But no cold case
We in trouble yeah the Lord feels the disgrace
Looking out for self though the Lord say about face
Digging up flesh though he died, made a closed case
Say you love God with a straight face
Turning up our to the lost
While we keep right on sinning
Thinking we can keep Deceiving
Like we don't know the ending
But we call ourself winning cause we all God's children
But we Cain with the offering not knowing Abel's in the building
We stress but we sting with our tongue tho
Big mouth pelican like we rondo
Forget the spot busy believing for the condo
Thinking you in charge, but you really like Tonto
Puppet like Gonzo, funny like Grouch O
S on your chest, but your egos like compost
Get it you can get a 2 piece combo
Use to people yelling bravo
Got a flock, but you treat the people awful
Yeah you act Holy, but man something off tho
Treating ministry yeah like a rock show
And you don't even rock tho
Yeah, ya ego is way past the cosmos
Can't win like a team
From Toronto
Epizzle man I'm trabajando
We in trouble yeah the Lord feels the disgrace
Looking out for self though the Lord say about face
Digging up flesh though he died, made a closed case
Say you love God with a straight face
Revelation we don't know what to pray
Your Word seem to get in the way
So, the Word we forgetting to say
Too busy trippin' on the pulpit and who's pimpin'
Pimpin' who's pimpin'
But we all trippin'
If Jesus was in the court yard He'd be flippin'
Leading the fray so astray
Looking to build amongst urban decay
Church tradition while bullets still spray
Politics our mission put the Lord on display
In the hood we forgot all the bebe's
Many half high stepping we the Aka
Lead the dough boys away
Hope we attract all the Trays
Gospel backbite bout the things that are petty
Gospel backseat while you passing the pate
Facts of life all around it ain't okay
Annie are you okay
Skating past issues like your nickname name was Tootie
Christian can be 2 face
Yeah, leave a bad taste
Pharisees killed Jesus what a disgrace
But no cold case
We in trouble yeah the Lord feels the disgrace
Looking out for self though the Lord say about face
Digging up flesh though he died, made a closed case
Say you love God with a straight face
Turning up our to the lost
While we keep right on sinning
Thinking we can keep Deceiving
Like we don't know the ending
But we call ourself winning cause we all God's children
But we Cain with the offering not knowing Abel's in the building
We stress but we sting with our tongue tho
Big mouth pelican like we rondo
Forget the spot busy believing for the condo
Thinking you in charge, but you really like Tonto
Puppet like Gonzo, funny like Grouch O
S on your chest, but your egos like compost
Get it you can get a 2 piece combo
Use to people yelling bravo
Got a flock, but you treat the people awful
Yeah you act Holy, but man something off tho
Treating ministry yeah like a rock show
And you don't even rock tho
Yeah, ya ego is way past the cosmos
Can't win like a team
From Toronto
Epizzle man I'm trabajando
We in trouble yeah the Lord feels the disgrace
Looking out for self though the Lord say about face
Digging up flesh though he died, made a closed case
Say you love God with a straight face
Writer: DeAndre Burns
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