R. I. P. Breonna Taylor R. I. P. to George Floyd (George) I ain't tryna hate on my own kind But Warnock ain't my only choice And Herschel either, I love believers But some of these folks don't rep the Kingdom (Uh-oh) I'm prolly gon' lose more shows and money But I'ma mess up y'all whole agenda Some of y'all wanna be stars Y'all got some big lights and worship guitars Y'all play the chords at the end of the message so the melodies tug at your heart Sponsor some kids, just to show off what you did and then jump in your luxury car Drive past the hood and the poverty get to the stadium just to watch people play ball Aw, naw, you doin' too much, you ain't doin' enough Who you foolin' ain't us You act like Jesus ain't risen, like we ain't forgiven Some of us hate on each other, we bang on each other Like we ain't been covered in blood We try to cripple each other, we trip on each other Like we ain't in need of His love Meanwhile, these people confused so they pray to the universe Our life is how people view the church Say we want and peace we say we want unity We need to move as a unit first I still believe in the church but it's gon' take us to put in some work though Either you hatin' or helping and if you gon' help then put on your church clothes
I have revival, leave me alone
Holy Father, God in Heaven Show Your power, let it come For Your Kingdom and Your honor To Your Spirit and Your Son