Sho Baraka - Piano Break, 33 A.D. lyrics

[Hook] Are we sinners in the hands of an angry God? Or is God being judged by a sinning mob? God ain't good, I must've missed something God ain't good, I must've missed something He been good to me You been good to me Are we made in the image of God? Or is it God that's mimicking us? If I'm what's good, I must've missed something If I'm what's good, I must've missed something He been good to me He been good to me [Verse 1] I used to be scared of the Holy Ghost Now I'm just scared of them holy folks Should we disagree with God or should we change Him? If I'm made in His image, then why do we feel like strangers? Is He a battery that's charged by my faith? Who's at fault when I race but then I fall on my face? Is God to blame for our intentions? Like scientists didn't bless the world with eugenics Like media ain't teachin' a new religion Every time I watch the news, I'm gettin' a baptism Should I prophesy or should I proselytize? Is it culture engagement or compromise? When I keep the doors closed, I'm gettin' ostracized But when I open up the doors, I'm gettin' colonized Everything is straight when you have no moral compa** Everything is new when you thinkin' like Christopher Columbus Is everything just a social construct? Who's allowed to judge our moral conduct? I was an insecure boy who just thought he was a genius But always pissed off, that's because I thought with my penis It's all strategic, I'm just asking us the reason Share my faith on the track, I'm just exorcising demons Yeah, never told a lie Uh uh, never told a lie [Hook] Are we sinners in the hands of an angry God? Or is God being judged by a sinning mob? If God ain't good, I must've missed something If God ain't good, I must've missed something He been good to me He been good to me Are we made in the image of God? Or is it God that's mimicking us? If I'm what's good, I must've missed something If I'm what's good, I must've missed something Yeah, He been good to me Okay, let me preach [Verse 2] The rich man wants more The poor man wants your's The oppressed want a peace of mind The thief want a piece of mine The doubter needs a little faith It ain't cliché to say "let us pray" Who gon' call the fouls if everyone balls out? So open-minded that your brain falls out G.K. said it best, nothing fails like success And being consumed with it is much worse than d**h They k**in' you with money, they just bought your silence You can't worship in a land full of pirates The more booty, I promise the more scary Success can be a drag, you can ask Tyler Perry We sell s** then get mad that we have rapists We promote greed then get mad that we have haters I hated the police until a brother got robbed I hated welfare until a brother lost his job When I'm at work, I watch my pockets for them corporate thugs When I'm at home, I watch my back for those crips and bloods If my words bring conviction, let's call in context I'm realizin' life is pretty complex Thoughts of abortion taught me sanctity of life A divorced man and woman taught me how to love my wife A poor man sat me down and taught me about dignity A blind man's vision taught me all about imagery It'll leave you broke, that's why it's called the record industry I forgot who I am, trying to get them to remember me We adapt and evolve, the problems just revolve Industry creates the very problems that they try to solve I know I trace my image way back to the beginning We done lost so much, we don't know when we winning I'm hated, I'm loved, I'm both, I'm a challenge I'm clean, I'm redeemed, I'm a recovering addict I have baggage, I am damaged, I am unequally balanced I'm a servant, but I have a room in the palace Uh, never told a lie Uh, never told a lie He been good to me He been good to me Alright, let me preach [Sample] When I think of the goodness and all He has done for me My soul cries out "Hallelujah!"