All my surrounding peeps, dawg
they aint even trippin
but its my profound belief, yall
that Ive been really slippin

If you want me to conform to your religion
I need a little more than just a book and vision
only believe in things that I can see
nothing tangent in your book for me to believe

When you talk of the sins, the crucifix and pain
quick to blame women and lucifer in flames
capitalists like us are the ones to blame
i dont cast stones bcuz were all the same

Dont complain when a mans believe ceases
explain the definition of God and then explain diseases
In vain I maintain that there is injustice
refrain from the pain on your face im not black jesus

Im a preacher in my own mind
but really im a sick man
lopsided faces of the crime
and my betrayal werent planned