I hear what y’all talking ‘bout | I’m thinking they wanna clone me | With some slight alterations and mental adjustments | To kill my rebellious spirit | I’m thinking they wanna own me. . .
Y’all enamored by the fantasies contained in your reason | Hammered by insanity that’s restraining your thinking | Stammering and calamity is staining your speaking | Rambling and profanity and pain in your reaching
I stared Medusa in the eyes | My heart stone | With Versace shades on | Even she shivered…
I never really bothered with righting my wrongs | I just started living right |And watched my ills get gone | The past rolls on | My will is weak | But His Grace is strong. . .
Ya'll move with timidity | Your practices are too gimmicky | Y'all pitch it as piety | You're lookin' like an enemy. . .
Somehow ended up here Where they amazed to learn that I used to run crack Took G to cook it He took me down south Crooked paths through them Carolinas a straight shot
He bends to bring his kingdom here He bends to come near To abide with us
We’re on the road with Christ | Dust on our feet | Nothing to eat | Nowhere to lay our heads, no sleep. Coded pattern of speech that the goats can’t breach | Told them slatterns this king brings hope to thee | Us folks will shatter the dreams of these “popes” to be. They’re puppets on a string with no authority. . .
Thorns in my flesh Pain in my steps Needles in my heart Lament on my breath Agony in my gut Drags me into a rut Mercy of the Lord don’t seem to be enough. . .
Do not forsake This heart of stone When I close off To be alone