Smile - Mr. J. Medeiros

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