The Cost
They sold God too expensive
Now I can't afford my blessings
Now I am the fear between the night and home
The angel between heaven and going to work again
It is easy when you become the answer to their prayers
Dead people can't fight back
Dead people can't say that
I stole from God to pay the pope
Because they sold him too expensive
And I can't offer my suffering
I can't offer nothing
I can't pray without sacrifice
I am Abraham and you are the kid
Except God isn't testing me
I see it through; I need the faith
It's rough for you but death is sane
So I steal your life; I steal your time
I give it to God
With an open heart and open hands
I can't be cain , can't be cursed
I kill the best and you did so well
I see your Benz , I see your coat
I would have killed the pauper
But God don't like easy
I saw the cost and you paid the price
They sold God too expensive
I needed him in my home
Rest In peace They will miss you when you gone
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