R.I.P. to Medgar Evers R.I.P. to Dr. 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 mayne. But I'ma swallow this pill like Pacman. Some of these folks won't tell the truth. Too busy tryna get them racks mayne. Church tryna rob my paychecks. Choir members probably havin gay sex. Pastor manipulatin hurtin women. I wonder which he's gon slay next. Bookstore pimpin them hope books. Like God don't know how broke looks. And tellin me that I'm gon reap a mill. If I sow into these low crooks. Plus I know ol' girl a freak. Now how she singin a solo. I walked in the church wit a snapback. And they tellin me that that's a "nono"?. That's backwords 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 'lade up in my cup. Maybe I could change the world. But this porn on my laptop got me stuck. Yeah I know whats right from wrong. But that there ain't gon sell a song. I rather sell my soul than save it. If that's what make my money long. It 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 for. It better not be no real church. Real saints who pray hard. And let me rock my snapback. With the 501s and the J's on. It better not be no real folk. Who don't think that they better than you. Straight or gay drunk or high. They walk through the cold weather wit chu. 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. Better not be no real Jesus. Real forgiveness for hurt folks. If God gon take me as I am. I guesss I already got on my Church Clothes