Church

By Arcassin Burnham


Sitting in the pew thinking how I made it this far,
The warlocks could be anywhere in any chair for a start,
You gotta protect and guard these demons away your heart,
They'll rip you all to shreds and watch your body coming apart,
So please , talk to a good pastor about your troubles,
I see the good in you like a good Samaritan's double,
Thinking you have the balls enough to play god,
You never know , some of these pastors in the US might just be brujas,
That's Spanish for witch,
I fear for the little kids,
That are at a mature age to where they know their God-given purpose,
We know that karma's a bitch,
And you'll get yours if you do this,
You have nothing to fear or have to give to the anonymous,
Well, get right with him on judgment day taking you astray to the
Sunrays in all of its glory , you use to lack alot in faith,
For the perfect girl that you kiss all day , with Daddy issues and purse
Full of Mase , on the south side where they put guns in your face,
Let the peace be still and your faith don't break.