Jaquel Spivey, L Morgan Lee, John-Michael Lyles, James Jackson, Jr., Antwayn Hopper, Jason Veasey and John-Andrew Morrison - Precious Little Dream/AIDS Is God's Punishment

Why do you hate us?
I don't hate you
You gettin' up in front of the world
And showing everybody how much you hate us
Mom, I don't hate you
I don't hate you
Then why would you write about us like this?
Because I love you!

You don't love me
If you loved me
You wouldn't have made your daddy run out of here
With tears in his eyes
If you loved me
You would've found you a church home up there in New York
If you loved me
You would've brought me home a daughter-in-law and a grandbaby by now!
If you loved me
You'd be able to fly me around the world like Tyler Perry!

Her precious little dream
But oh, no, you are frightened about life
Came tumbling down
Never mind Doodoo Bank Student Loans calling my house
Looking for your black butt
And after all the time she spent building it up
You lollygagging up there, you ain't half doin' nothin'!

And after all of the things that she's been through
You probably dressin' up and pretendin' you was a white woman!

You come along and crush it
Talking 'bout you want a black man, tuh!
In the palm of your hand
Like a real black man would kiss you!
You come along and flush it
The Bible says homosexuality is worse than murder!
Down

My precious little dream
Of my little boy
God, after all this time
Why can't you give it up?

Oh no, you not gonna turn this on me
I know I'm a good mama!
'Cause if you knew all the things that I've been through
Ugh, they had to cut me open to get you
Did you know that?
I bled and bled
They pulled your black butt out of my stomach
You'd rue the ways you attack me
Your Aunt Hattie said your homosexuality was just a phase
You'd rue the ways we fought
But you're 26 years old, and you still kissing on men
You run until you've tracked me
Why couldn't you just be the daughter I always wanted?
Down
I'll tell you why, it's because you're selfish!

Mama, I can't suck your titties again
I can't crawl back up inside your womb
Your nasty little mouth
You wonder why it's like a graveyard (shut up, shut up)
You see how you're making me cry?
In your living room

You wanna cry, Mama?
Go right ahead
My stumps are growing shorter on this earth, my son
But I won't cry, Mama
'Cause I'm not dead
And one day, you won't have me at all
And you're not dead
And then you'll be all alone

Time just has this way of tearing
Down the dreams we think we live in
Spinning wheels in motor town
So effed up and so run down
An overblown yet false display
Just like in a gospel play

Who the fuck is you, nigga?
Who the fuck is you?
Who, ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Who, ooh, ooh, ooh

Sister Serabe
The Lord put it on my heart
To sing this selection in honor of Brother Darnell
Who was an abomination just like me
And I can't help but reflect on the ways that I have lived a life
Without passion
In fear of you and your husband's words to me
That if I ever acted on my lust for another man
That I would meet the same fate as Darnell
Lying in that there box
And those words have kept me HIV-free
But completely terrified ever since
Because I realized then and there
That the only thing worse than dying of AIDS would be living with it
And hearing the people you love say
"I told you so, I told you so, I told you so!"
Can I get a witness out there, choir? (Hallelujah! Yes!)

And so, on today
As we prepare to bury yet another un-HBO special
Un-Oscar-So-White award winning
Abnormal-hearted, un-Angel in American black queer in the ground
It's very important that we remember
What God's word (amen)
Your word
Tyler's word
And every-fucking-body else's word tells us

AIDS is God's punishment
Sing your song, brother, sing your song (hahahaha)
For the man who ain't living right
You hear that, Curtis?
AIDS is God's punishment
(I love the Lord, he heard my cry and pitied every groan, Pastor)
For he who sins in the night
Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know

A-A-A-A-A-AIDS is God's punishment
But all darkness, all darkness
All darkness, all darkness
Comes to light (speak on it)

He gonna knock them dicks up out your mouth
And then, and here's what I like about him
Di-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-di
He shall smite
'Cause

AIDS is God's punishment, yes!
(Sing, sopranos! Testify for all of God's children!)
AIDS is God's punishment!
Everybody in the building
Clap me in on the two and the three, with my altos!
AIDS is God's punishment, yes!
AIDS is God's punishment
Come on, tenors! AIDS!
AIDS is God's punishment, yes!
(If you ain't living your life according to His holy and righteous word)
AIDS is God's punishment
Then you ain't nothing but a sinner and a Black, gay turd
AIDS is God's punishment, yes! (You gotta pray right, you gotta stay right)
AIDS is God's punishment (you gotta crucify yourself, you gotta crucify yourself)
AIDS is God's punishment, yes! (But the blood of Jesus won't protect you from)
AIDS is God's punishment (AIDS, AIDS, AIDS!)
AIDS, AIDS!
AIDS, AIDS!
Parts

AIDS! (God is gonna do it, God is gonna do it!)
AIDS! (Sores all on yo' body and yo' mouth and in ya butt)
AIDS! (This is what you're feeling, give him the spiel)
AIDS! (AIDS is God's punishment when you fuck against God's will)
AIDS! AIDS! (AIDS is God's punishment when you fuck against God's will)
AIDS! AIDS! (AIDS is God's punishment when you fuck against God's will)
AIDS is God's punishment (crucify me, Lord!)
Crucify me, Lord!
Crucify me, Jesus
AIDS is God's punishment (Usher! Please stop this!)
Roast me in your flames, haha!
AIDS is God's punishment

Please stop this music!
You wanted a gospel play
Well, this is the only way I know how to do it

Written by:
Michael R. Jackson

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