Pashia - "Preach"

Man I'm through with all these hypocrites

"Blessed and highly favored" language got me really through with em

I could care less if you telling me that you love Jesus

If you acting like a fool baby you still need him

I am sick and tired of religious talk

I am sick and tired of you Facebook Christians who have yet to ever walk the walk

Yes I'm talking bout you

Yes I'm talking pastors

Yes if you think that you made it there's a chance I'm talking at you

Lets be real: you were really here

You were never really ever what you seemed to be

That's just what it seems to me

You better thank God I don't judge you

If I did you better bet I prolly would not love you

I'm just being honest

Someone really oughtta

Someone really gotta

If I don't I know that no one really gonna

Gonna tell you the truth

Even if I die I'll still be off telling the truth

Don't be buying in to what they all selling to you

They be tying up your hands, ain't no bailing for you

I'm just tryna keep it real, but the truth does hurt

But the present hurts less since the future is worse

 

Man stop posting all that stupid stuff

Instagram warriors with them booty shorts

When all you ever do is keep the status quo

ain't nobody care when you say "please share this bible quote!"

I'm so so done with y'all

Scriptures on your page then you go and say "fuck you all?"

And if you thinking "Pashia ain't a Christian he just said the f word!"

You are who I'm rapping bout so listen, listen

Religion got y'all holy rollers so concerned

But I ain't scared to quote a petty curse word

Y'all be tryna spot who to stone first

Not the type to lie and I'm only on my first verse

Scratch that I only need a first verse

Died to myself , you gon need to bring a Hearse, sir

We're supposed to be helping the poor

Instead y'all wanna gossip bout sinners and whores

Instead y'all wanna argue bout going to war

Your freedom more important than you serving the lord

You were called to suffer but you taking up swords

But your freedom ain't important when you serving the lord!

Dang

I told myself I wouldn't preach

 

 

Got a few more bars

Saving treasure up in heaven but you drive three cars

Hear you saying hallelujah, cuz you want them blessings

But you creeping on the low like usher in confessions

Dang

I told myself I wouldn't preach

But y'all so dead inside y'all are 6 deep

I can't count on one hand who the real ones

Y'all were frauds back then and you still one

I know that stung

Cuz ain't nobody fooled by the songs you sung

Ain't nobody fooled by the plaques you hung

And I'll be preaching to the choir long as I got lungs

Yeah

 

[Tag]

Long as I got lungs

Long as I got lungs

I'll be preaching to the choir long as I got lungs

Dang

I told myself I wouldn't preach