Lyrics:
the money got you doing shit that'll fuck up your pride
You ain't a hoe, you just really trying to get by
Every day looking up at the sky
Sometimes, shit
Egocentric disconnection, demonization of the weak
No perspective from inside you, imposing destructive hate
Doctor, lawyers, judges, preachers
conversation
Man, that preacher sure can talk
It brings up my need for salvation
Even though he knows I'm stubborn to a fault
Tell me one more time about Jesus
tracking poor old Joe
They're trying to keep him in their sights
They're counting his sins two by two
On their barbed wire abacus at night
He's got a Molotov
A man take the stand snitchin'
To reduce his sentence
Need to be sure he can
Afford his funeral expenses
A funeral expensive, that should worry you
Gross
the side of the road
But each time the devil's caught me I remembered what they taught me
In brush arbors by the side of the road
Old brush arbors by
got was hard times
Hunger and nakedness, from the snake that hissed
Beaten and killed by the ones
who say, "Look to the sky for your piece
to reach the local YMCA, where he was receiving fahjahly advice from Father Bill in the midst of an uncomfortably religious bout of racquetball.
The man in
From the "welcome home" to the kick out
Reach into a rabbit, pull a trick out
Preacher preaching to a faggot with his dick out
Hard times call for
look like it’s old.. fuck I forgot to take my dollar out that hoe.
But look if dolla dolla bills root to evil
And the churches stealing money from
the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
Crowd starts booing
Man, all that tough talk little nigga
Don't make another sound twitter fingers
A keyboard the only time you
Ever touched the pound
that old oak chest is the spirit of days gone by
He could never talk about while it burned him up inside
Can't change the hands of time he had to let it
we go to the wrasslin' matches and let off
a little steam?"
Now I'd never seen the matches before
And by the time we reached that arena door,
And disbelief
Preachers preaching condemnation and fire
They beatin' on the sheep, man
When they broken entire
Pastor said that if you love 'em
You would care for
they walk down the street
Yeah.
He's just a rich old man
He never cared for anyone
He likes to count his possessions
He's been a miser from penny one
He
common
Me and good old Bill
We both got holes down in our hearts
No one else can fill
I can feel him thank me every time that I pick him up to play
Me,
When I die
Fix that tie
See man that's why you can't go over there
That' why nobody has and that's why nobody ever will
One kid did and no body ever seen
bibles and their stills
But he's not weird just a man that's bein' free
The holy roller preacher told the eager congregation
That the devil had passed
got to walk it by myself.
[2nd & 3rd times:]
You got to walk that lonesome valley. You got to walk it by yourself. Oh nobody else can walk it for
times and live?
Most all preachers preach for gold and not for souls
That's what keeps a poor man always in a hole
We can hardly get our breath
Taxed
in a cold land
Tryna be the whole man heal the homeland
Past time for our own land
Where a grown man can be a grown man
The system has benefit for
soul.”
Now the preacher man sat horrified
For he knew what I had done
So he reached down to his holstered hip
cnd shot me six times with his gun
He
Incredible ties to government
Officials who lie it's fueling the fire
My old church was Methodist
I had a couple questions by
The time we hit Exodus
Guess they
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