Stealing
Women
Money 
And 
Cars
Are all part of your gospel slick
But God can see right through you
And believe me he’s getting sick 
Of you genuine hypocrites 
Full of holy shit

That’s right
I said shit! 
‘Cause you lie, steal, cheat and curse more than I do
Running around with your fake ass crew
Pretending to be soldiers in God’s army

You’ll never be able to complete that task
Until you remove those self-made masks
From your faces
And fall to your knees and beg
For God’s grace and mercy

For that’s the only thing that will save you
And me, too
From destructive things we do to ourselves
So I ask
Who put you in charge?
Was it you or was it God?
Some came
Some went
Some were sent
So which one are you?

Do you really think you’re qualified to preach the gospel, dude?
Because if not, you need to step back
And let it go
Allow God to take control
Allow God to cleanse your soul
Allow God to make you whole in Him
Allow God to be your constant friend

He’s knocking, please let him in
Before it’s too late!
At least for your sake
Because hell has a place for you
And your 3-piece suites, cuff link shirts
And gator shoes
That you love so much
Brother, you’re out of touch with the Master

Maybe one day, you’ll get your mind right
Maybe one day, you’ll get your heart right
Maybe one day, your game can be tight
Maybe one day, you can lead, too
But before you do
Ask yourself this question

“Who’s leading you?”