The hypocrisy of it all
If you wait till 9/11, saying "remember where you were?"
I'll just look at you confused, cause I was just a little girl.
But these days I watch the news and get exhausted by onslaught of gun violence, racist riots, feel good stories 'bout the desperate.
You can't stand that I can't stand your pointless prayers while I am mourning.
All you really care to do is keep repeating old ass stories that don't matter enough anymore to give you any queries.
Bitch, if I wanted a sermon I'd go high up on the mountain and pretend to speak to god like Moses. Like his brother Aaron Id come down to free my people from the hate which you bestow.
I'd throw my staff down at your feet, then I would watch the poison flow.
I guess my tongue is like a serpents cause I trained to be a preacher. And I've always loved to teach. How 'bout we dig a little deeper?
Cause I've got a lot to say, while you lay spinning in that grave, which you keep diggin' daily,
but the old selfs never slain.
Maybe we ain't read the same book, don't you know that prides a sin?
And so are anger, spite, and hatred. That's just murder kept within. And that's exactly where it lives, you know, my love of suckin' dick.
So what's the difference? Your existence makes you guilty. Makes me sick.
It's hard to try to teach without learning some kind of lesson.
Don't act like every Sunday you don't give one more last confession.
Forgiveness must come within, it's just not something you can purchase.
Tell your God he can eat my ass, now it's His turn to worship.