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Life's path is checkered with good and evil
In a world that tries to justify some of the most horrendous acts ever committed
It's hard to know what to believe
But I wish you light on your travels
So mote it be
So mote it be
So mote it be
So why you not tell me ma
Why you not tell me dad
Everything ain't OK
Why you not tell me ma
Why you not tell me dad
Everybody is fake
Why you not tell me ma
Why you not tell me dad
Hell what can they say
Won't somebody tell me
Please just tell me
Tale me
Tell me
Tale me
So tell me what you really know about God
Is it all fraud
More than half of Y'all'd nod
Some of y'all think old white dude
Stout bod
Talk about the bible nonstop
Blah blah blah
I believe in black Jesus
He might not have been a man if you do the research
Yet it's not the point
I believe the message that it teaches
We need more love and understanding than people acting like preachers
It's a sick world that we live in
Easy sinnin' if you give in
Get in where you fit in
Represent it
Notice how they separate skin and defend it
It's offendin'
Why pretend then
Can you not read between the lines
Covid's the beginning
No virus will ever die
Like the human race
It'll kill itself and then survive
The holocaust of humans
A genocidal homicide
Hey
So why you not tell me ma
Why you not tell me dad
Everything ain't OK
Why you not tell me ma
Why you not tell me dad
Everybody is fake
Why you not tell me ma
Why you not tell me dad
Hell what can they say
Won't somebody tell me
Please just tell me
Tale me
Tell me
Tale me
Tell me why is it that people that go to church
Make you feel like your less than nothing
Even lower than dirt
They'll condescend their own family
They should know that hurts
It makes them turn away from God
Let them find their own that works
The church is in your heart
Not within four walls
From money scandals to pedophiles
The poor lore falls
Don't know if anybody's told you but no one is below you
Exposing the fact you still got more flaws
I used to get called a faggot
When I was fifteen we were playing with Ouija boards and magic
Painted black nails
Casting spells up in the attic
Get done doing drugs and then get right back at it
Like an addict
My mom moved down from Georgia up to West Virginia
Where there's nothing better to do than get some pills up in you
A product of my environment
You gotta walk in the dark to know the light and how to survive in it
Amen

Written by:
Norman Leiding

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