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Sunday Mourning Saints

Sunday Mourning Saints Sunday mourning saints Hypocrite aints Praying... I mean playing on sundayz The preacher always yell Living like Hell Look'n pretty in white Smell'n pretty in white Dress'n pretty in white Keep'n up STRIFE Selling hams Selling yams Raising sand Don't believe that God can In Christ their is no failure As for God's house It is a "House of Prayer" (Mark 11:17) Prayer on your knees Instead you made it into a "Den of Thieves" Talk about each other so bad Even make the devil laugh Sunday mourning saints Filled with the HOLY .... I mean Wholly Ghost Suppose to love Suppose to share Just don't care Appearing to be so deep Secrets you can't keep When they see you in public they won't even speak Preach the truth preacher then beg for your money Preach the truth preacher then steal your money Preach the truth preacher then beat their honey Jealous of one another Not loving each other Competing for what's not yours Sowing dis-core Just want to obey the pastor Forgot about obeying God Scorn the poor in laughter Honoring man before the master Hick'a ma sighing Always lie-ing Jump, scream shout Sunday mourning saints will Cuss you out

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