The Lost Tribe of WE

You’ll never understand me 

Never being all I can be 

in a world that holds me down 

with a face that keeps a frown

 Peers full of fakeness

 Man I just can’t take this

 Preacher with his cross

 Congregation lost

 Once a week the word

 Religious message heard

 Forgiveness for your sin 

Then do it all again 

 But the problem lies with me

According to what they see

As far as they can tell

I should follow them to hell 

What would Jesus do? 

According to what is true 

Be fishers of the men 

No judgment for their sin 

But judgment is immediate 

And it makes me raise a brow 

While they sit upon the pedestal 

And be holier than thou 

Meeting house on Sunday 

Get fed the word and eat 

And never give a second thought 

To people down the street 

Like that one young man 

That’s been up all night

posted on your block 

waiting for a victim 

with a pocket full of rock 

or the struggling young girl

With not direction 

that has no place to turn 

and the only way that she can cope 

is let the refer burn.  

but they never notice 

because they refuse to look around 

They will not stop when they drive by 

only look at them and frown 

grandma prays that her grandson will someday change his way 

but when he pays her bills with his dope money 

then everything's ok. But one day they will see when the lord is resurrected 

To he whom much is given

Even more will be expected 

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