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seven j - #sundaymourning lyrics

as i talk on this beat
my heart doesn’t beat
in darkness i weep
my heart doesn’t sleep. rewinding years, my mind it screams. silent tears, violent dreams
i came as a sheep, mangled and weak, and i trusted my shepherds for grain i could eat. they claimed to be sweet, in their language and speech, hooked a chain up to me, started strangling me./ i tried to tell em “this ain’t part of the faith”, they lied to my face about gospel and race. it was all a show, an optic for stage, see what y’all don’t know, is how they behavе./ the arlington guy, say he don’t preach on racе, it’s too political he just preach on faith. i’m like wow, that sound wack it’s dumb, but loved when i preached there cuz more black kids come./ the main campus must, think that the black kids dumb, implemented suspensions so less black kids come. one night the youth pastor was up preaching a sermon, when a group of black kids started speaking he heard it./ he stopped mid sermon, right in the church, and told these kids that they were the worst. and not just the worst but the absolute worst, called em demon possessed yes those were his words./ the coldest i heard, the kids came cuz they trusted me, and i let them down when they trusted me. it wasn’t safe, for our race, a movement for all people not our place. / but now wait…. god you just let this happen, all them racist jokes were you wit them laughing. or what about the child p+rn that they just covered up, guess it’s all in the family kept it buckled up./ you let they money double up and the buildings get bigger, continue to bless em in the name of your kingdom. shouldn’t expect different… look at the slave masters, even after they freed us they got paid after./ were you smiling too watching us hang from a tree, god is good all the time as bodies sw+ng in the breeze. i know they’ll say yo son died to calm the anger in me, but that was part of your plan and he came back in 3/ george floyd daughter still missing her pops, feels like you’re on the sideline sitting wit cops. or maybe you ain’t, maybe you’re fake, figment of imagination created in hate./ yea you gotta lead pastor who don’t lead pastors he just breed massas to deceive masses. 2x)/ so i’m turning away from my journey of faith i didn’t deepen or discover just burned me with hate. i’m turning away… from my journey of faith

where’s my god, i don’t know where’s my god. you just sat back and watched me get abused

- seven j lyrics

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