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You know, everybody always talks about Jesus flipping tables
That's a fact
But nobody ever preaches about the whip he had too
They really don't though
Check your watch
Christian hip hop went from ministry to a mockery.
Bars turned into robbery
This is a hypocrisy
Honestly we have churches of broken pottery
All of this monotony.
Church is not a monopoly
You know the spirit.
Gave up conviction to get the word's attention.
Seen them trade the great commission for their own commission
Gave up submission to get the world's affection
I just pray there's no remainders with this long division
Don't say you holy
If you gon ghost repentance
Cause salvation is more than church attendance
How we abody but allergic to confession
Where my EpiPen
They allergic to correction.
And it's all a test
Some are quick to change the subject
Sheep's clothing fits the description
You're a suspect
Money, money, money
They see men as trees
Why they turn this house of prayer into a den of thieves
They turned his house of prayer into a den of thieves
We pull up with the whip and now they have to leave.
No mask on, screaming, who do you believe?
Who do you believe?
Who do you believe?
They turned this house of prayer into a then a thief?
We pull up with the whipping.
Now they have to leave.
No mask on screaming, who do you believe?
Who do you believe?
Who do you believe?
We're here to make dicples of men
The Lord is building His church
Stop building a den
We're not here to offend
We're really here as a friend
I feel like back to the future cause I've been with you.
And I don't know where you're going
But I'm hoping it's Heaven
The narrow roads always open