2pac - Pastor Keep Taking Our Change lyrics

[Intro: Yahmeyl] Last time I looked around my hood I've seen the same old things: Drugs, prostitution, crack, everything you can name ... Don't you know? Churches've been in the hoods over 50 years And they still ain't doing nothing for us When I say us, the hebrew israelites are so-called black people We need to see what's going on: Peep the game, don't be a victim ... [Verse 1: Yahmeyl] Why don't you see that Christianity ain't for a black man? In 1619 they brought us here on slave ships Baptised us and turned us into Christians And then they put us on the market blocks for gold and silver Where is our sovereignty? There is no reparation We even built the White House But the Euro take credit with no compensation Children are dying Pastors is lying They wish wouldn't stole Awake the people Take the blindfold off the children Make them change, man [Hook: Yahmeyl] Something has to change, man Cause the pastor keep taking our change, man In the ghettos and the hoods, I just see the same thing: 40 acres and a mule ain't enough for me ... Wake up, get you mind off the chain game I know you're tired of the same thing! [Verse 2: Yahmeyl] Days are so crazy, what can we do? They're k**ing us slowly by attacking our food Where's the sovereignty? Why would we just standing on picket signs Trying to convince a government When they think we're out of our minds? I accuse law, we're getting sicker and sicker Have you ever thought about the chemicals they add in our water? Why would I poison my new born With needles and vaccines? The pastor knows it's true But he don't want to expose the wicked government [Hook: Yahmeyl] Something has to change, man Cause the pastor keep taking our change, man In the ghettos and the hoods, I just see the same thing: 40 acres and a mule ain't enough for me ... Wake up, get you mind off the chain game I know you're tired of the same thing! [Verse 3: K-Rino] Will a man rob the father? That's impossible to do But he damn sure is capable of robbing me and you See, when them church doors open we enter 'em fast hoping But slick words are spoken that trigger useless emotions Add a bunch of charlatans, you're marvelling That's why they're targeting, women and softer men To make them rich giving them offerings While poor people are striving hard, politicians plotting wars You show up in the private jet and I ain't even got a car Research gives great rewards? Feed us right we might believe you No person will have a problem uplifting the righteous preacher All of us are suffering from weak teaching and gossiping The prosperity preacher is the only one that's prospering They persecute the conscious man, the rest of them will stay blind A slave religion can't produce nothing but a slave mind Whatever you choose to follow, don't be scared to see to use We don't need motivational speakers, we need the truth [Outro: 2pac] If the churches took half the money that they was making And gave it back to the community We'd be alright If they took half the buildings that they use to "praise God" And gave it to motherf**ers who need God We'd be alright Have you seen some of these got damn churches lately? There's one's that take up the whole block in New York There's homeless people out here Why ain't God lettin' them stay there? Why these n***as got gold ceilings and sh**? Why God need gold ceilings to talk to me? Why does God need colored windows to talk to me? Why God can't come where I'm at where he sent me? If God wanted to talk to me in a pretty spot like that Why the hell he send me here then? That makes ghetto kids not belive in God Why? So that's wrong religion ...