Gone
Ever thought about that day,
When you'll be on your way,
Moving, with a slow,triumphant gait,
Searching for the heavenly narrow gate?
You'll get to know it right,
Religion was a bait,
And, from it you were never bailed,
Twisted lies found their way into your head.
Your momma says a prayer for you,
Your papa sips at a bottle of beer
Your slay queen threatens to die for you
Your gay papas sleep and rise in fear.
Brother, if you rise and find your way home
You'll be gone
Gone
Gone.
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