why do you look at the speck
of sawdust in your brothers eye
and pay no attention to the plank
in your own eye
matthew 7.3
hear what i say now. all dem hypocrites
can line up small ta big and kiss me
righteous rusty rass mon
gospel of dee verse 3
come..come..come
lady ya mon smile in the public face
in private he treat ya with disgrace
sayin that he love ya
tellin he boys he only want a taste
hey mon
ya friend say your lady fine
then try ta pounce on she bum bum
ya ask my brother why
he say sorry mon cant hear ya
bad connection
dem so called righteous
talk eloquent about de blackness
but the only color they love is green
sell ya out to live in a penthouse
while you live in a latrine
woman say
oh yes baby i love ya
but de postman always ring twice
mon say
baby no woman is above
but ya sista he try to entice
de race mon
say black is beautiful
to the white mon he call you
a black baboon
guess all he mirrors broken
becuz he look like a rass claat
pulled from a black lagoon
preacher mon say
praise de lord
ask de pretty lady for a confession
but underneath he robe
he gettin a mighty erection
she say
baby to the death
then she whisper in ya enemy ear
black mon hurting black mon
she pull de strings like she a puppeteer
oh my lord
dem hypocrites
start some trouble
and run real quick
swear ta tell de truth
then contradict
if the glove dont fit
ya must acquit
tell me another lie mon
what de dog eat de blasted murda weapon
de judge say
the trial will be fair
dem the district attorney
try ya in de court of public opinion
god blind them
make people swear pon de bible
like the courthouse is the kings dominion
state people say
dont worry the water is safe to drink
but it contain traces of radioactive iodine
health care
dont pay no bills when ya baby bones
begin to grind
de molester
enter the prison
yes mon in this country
they believe we can rehabilitate
bullshyt mon
only ting that devil learn
is better ways to commit rapes
dem holy rollers
prayin on dey knees
but for the love of money
they would suck de devil penis
you point out de inconsistency
they shout and call you an extremist
ya mon
say he sorry baby i wont
hurt you no more
but ya wake up de next morning
eyes shut ya body black..blue and sore
she say
all i want is a good mon
but with the good mon
she treat him like dirt
she push and prod
then lay down on her back
fa de bad mon
and shout oh my god
every damn body
want to go to heaven
but too damn afraid to die
then use a passage from the holy book
to try and justify
their cowardice
oh my lord
dem hypocrites
start some trouble
and run real quick
swear to tell de whole truth
then they contradict
if the glove dont fit
ya must acquit
tell me another lie mon
aliens from outta space come down
and kill de woman right
ya rass claat rude boy
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