RE-Comission

Come out the bushes and into the city
For it is the lord who calls
I order the word in his Holy name
I, descendent of dudes that knew Jesus
They were peas and carrots
Know that my preach is the gospel
Cause wisdom don’t live here
Just have fear of that cross you bear
Yep watch those tricksters
It is an old idea with a twist
That hoo doo fools the wise and weakens the strong
Asking me to kneel at his throne
No respect calling me flesh
Telling me to limit my self
Of all that makes me who I am
Should be put aside because “GOD has a Plan”
Build the flock, bible and speakerphone in hand
Screaming a whole lot of what GOD Damns
All thru the run down ghettos
Stands brand new temples
Fucking with your drive slow, tell yourself you need to go
When you do be fashionable
Have at least a ten spot for the basket too
See a chick ya wanna screw
Preacher starts talking looking right at you
Get down on your self; feeling pitiful
You ask your self “WWJD”
Urban church
Told to be in an image of another man
Division into numerous certain and uncertainties
It is all sex in the city and under the cloaks
Sins in the city foot to neck authority
Depriving the people of living naturally
Torture of the mind and body
Its simple reverse psychology
Outsourcing the spirit dulls the soul
Out looking for his image
Slaughtered you are on the road… to hope
By enrolled soldiers of damnation
Who throw the evil eye when telling ya how he died
Why did he go thru all that so I can live “THIS” life?
Who is the guide on the Invisible Path?
My condition has a condition
The Idea of fear is not the solution
Just piles up to be more confusion
New Mission