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Dear Emerald Avenue Church of God I hope this message reach you well, I wrote this with a broken heart See, recently my Aunty Carolyn passed away, and half the way to the funeral I realized this it's some shit that niggas just gon' have to say You think you outlasted That wasn't just my Aunty in that casket You just buried KOK and Sunday schooling classes The only saint you see on every Sunday season passes Somebody need they ass kicked Who told you your gossip could be louder than your shout? Who told you to walk inside this house like it's your house? Who lied to you, told you I wouldn't have nothin' to say? You think I won't—, man, don't even trip, I'm on the way I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way I'll be there soon (I'm on the way) I'm on my way (I'm on the way) I'm on my way (I'm on the way) I'm on my way (I'm on the way) Dear mega church, I hope this letter finds you 'fore I do Fund a new building to hide you, I'll still be behind you Elaborate theatrics to blind you Nickel and dime you, but I knew Letras de cancionesI've watched you worship idols Branded Bibles, sell it for double Brandish rifles, curse and libel Withhold shelter from niggas for survival First Lady's walking around with furs and titles Watch you spit in a man's face and call it "God" But when it's really on your dogma, it's Silent Bob You just take them government checks and smile and nod I rebuke you in the name of the Child of God I boil a pot of Living Water 'til it's scalding hot And pour it on the altar of the false fallen gods That means the church and the state, I'm here to separate Y'all think I'm finna play with it, matter fact, I'm on my way I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way I'll be there soon (I'm on the way) I'm on my way (I'm on the way) I'm on my way (I'm on the way) I'm on my way (I'm on the way) Dear black church, this is the real world Don't you forget about them four little girls Killed in the church while they played in the nursery Four Sundays ago was their anniversary Jesus was a teacher, King was a preacher Malcolm was a PK and so was Aretha I say a little prayer when my hand on my heater You reachin' and I'm slaying off your ear like I'm Peter Don't lay down now when you know that we at war Don't lay down now when there's fire at your door Don't lay down now when you know that they should feel a noose Know it ain't shit to lynch a Dylann Roof Instead, you let the killer loose And kick out folks that you can't handle Find more money, try to hide more scandals That light glow from the mob is not more candles These is torches to burn it d— Matter of a fact, you gon' see we on our way I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way Let these words be said in love (Be there soon) (I'm on my way, I'm on my way) That the truth will set you free (I'm on my way) Take the log from out my eye (I'm on my way) Set fire to the tree When the empire falls And the Kingdom stands tall Let 'em bow on bended knee Saying word to them all Dear Body, bruised and broke Body Abused, confused and soaked Body The light of His eye, the love in His hands The one that got His love in advance The love of His life, the covenant stands The body, the nobodies The ones that went back in search of more bodies The ones that placed coins and mourned and washed feet Ones that watched the lil' bodies that lost all heat The body, His child, His pride, His joy If I have no words, my sword, my voice I write to you with tattooed tears and heavy shoulders An angel with a hand on his hip, the gun holstered What is violence, if not silence? So sling that rock and slay that giant Slow load that Glock, niggas, kill that tyrant So sing that song, we sing that harmony A hum of a hymn, touch the hem of his garment A young drummer boy did a stint in the army A rum-pa-pa-pum 'til the walls come crumbling Strung up on wood but the sun comes in morning Dear Body, protect the body "Who's all coming?" "Just everybody" Line those dots, connect everybody Love, Chance, P.S., bless everybody From Letras Mania