Truth Is Vol Ii
This world, is full of full lies and half truths, it's the American dream right but this dream wasn't about you, everything is recycled pure hearts getting used, assassination plots on ya life if ever you refuse, to do what they tell you whoever said that the president was in power, didn't they conspire to bring down the towers, it's crazy how in this country we so easily deceived, yet when approached with the truth so slow to believe, but all I see is false prophets, just a bunch of dim lights plugged into the wrong socket, so when you uncover what's undercover you don't see the flash whenever that camera shudders, the church says we're all sisters and brothers under the same government but tell me why should govern myself to the laws of political figures only play pawns, and they don't honor the King come on let's keep it real, the church is a business but yet you kept our missionaries and martyrs out the deal, forget that building your business is wicked how the Pastor rolling around in a Royce but it's children dying everyday from starvation and sickness, Yeah I know it's sickening the very thing Jesus didn't want the church to be, that's what y'all made it into the money blinded your vision so it's tainted you see, don't blame me I just got call it how it is, so don't you dare call me brother but plot against my demise with loose lips
Copyright © Corey Ross | Year Posted 2012
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