Stro Elliot - Smile lyrics

I'm tired of people trying to claim they God I'm trying to see through the game they hearts Is evil, evil, evil, why its evil My feet are stained Your days are numbered Ill keep the pain You just take the money Its evil, evil, evil, why its evil Breaking boundaries like refugees While fleeing persecution Yo the sound of freedom beckons me To see through institutions Both religious and political we live as individuals It's the rhythm of ritual I seek to avoid In self-righteousness the meek are destroyed In hell might just be the preacher you enjoyed On your Sunday morning Performing on the pulpit with his “one day” warnings Conforming to the culprit leaves you one day mourning Claiming salvation is that a way saying that he had a way But that was on a Sunday What about Monday through Saturday So tease us with clever voodoo It might forever be fool proof Until you meeting with Jesus And He's like, “I never knew you” The Shepard He know what wolves do Weather or not you choose too The devil reads the bible and knows it better then you do You sever the truth And use the knife to feed you evil stomach And the body of Christ is still bleeding from it And I don't want the advice from any demon puppet Yeah I might have had to look twice But man I see you coming I'm tired of people trying to claim they God I'm trying to see through the game they hearts Is evil, evil, evil, why its evil My feet are stained Your days are numbered Ill keep the pain You just take the money Its evil, evil, evil, why its evil Social injustice, economic prejudice Your broke the churches trust among its residents You hoped your thirstful lust to thumb presidents Would slow the search in us for loves eminence Above the tenements of earth Reads our sentiments of worth In a testament of truth we see the evidence of hurt Pain and struggle yet your sermons remain subtle Diversions of fame trouble The words from your brain stumble Over your hearts intentions Exposing your dark dimensions Popularity, greed, power and pension Sour any honorable mention The tower of Babylon's dissension Weather on the pulpit or the public park benches Be careful who you run with And the one that might tempt ya Cus everyone is a potential danger Your friends, parents, your peers and strangers Cus even my pen can be an instrument of fear and anger The difference between man and manger I'm tired of people trying to claim they God I'm trying to see through the game they hearts Is evil, evil, evil, why its evil My feet are stained Your days are numbered Ill keep the pain You just take the money Its evil, evil, evil, why its evil