That’s what the problem is
I- it’s churches full of people who say
“I deserve to be with the father, but you don’t”
And I made up a term for it this week
I think w- we should call it “Gracism”
As a word and the definition I’m making up to define this exact problem
It’s the same thing as “Racism”, “Gracism”
Except that “Gracism” is not about the colour of your skin
It’s about the colour of your sins
Uh, I grew up with a daddy as a pastor [Pastor
I grew up with no daddy as a b#stard [b#stard
I fall asleep with the Bible on my nightstand
I never read a page of the Bible in my life man
I can quote verses ’til I’m blue in the face, me
I can quote “The Blueprint” so good, you would think I’m Jay-Z
I like Hillsong, I like Cypress Hill, I praise “The Most High”
I get high as hell, I hold signs on the street corner
Yeah, I sold dimes on a street corner
I know where I’m going when I die
You keep it up, you might just end up going there tonight [Right]
I guess you wouldn’t bit that apple would you?
I guess you perfect and you prolly’ can’t relate, could you?
Too focused on the good you
To tell the restless bad people ’bout the good news
Why you actin’ like a gracist?
A gracist?
A gracist?
I see the hate, it’s written all over your faces
Your faces
Your faces
And let’s face it, you’re nothin’ but a gracist
I’m not a racist, I’m not lookin’ at yo skin
I said gracist, ’cause all you do is throw the book at my sin
I’m just here to tell the truth, take it or leave it sinner
Okay, let’s talk about the truth when they were eatin’ dinner
When he broke the bread, remember what he said?
He said he covered all our sins on the day he bled
He ain’t say he cover only yours
So why you actin’ like you washed away your sins with some holy chores?
Out here startin’ holy wars
“Do you like when people shout at you with a megahorn ’til they strain their vocal chords!?”
Do you think that some of the sins you commit are any different?
They’re mine, and therefore God’s grace is insufficient [Woo!
Uh, boy I really hope not
‘Cause without God’s grace, really hope is all you got
He said “Love your neighbour”, he never said to judge ’em
We only call to be a witness, end of discussion
I guess you wouldn’t bit that apple would you?
I guess you perfect and you prolly’ can’t relate, could you?
Too focused on the good you
To tell the restless bad people ’bout the good news
Why you actin’ like a gracist?
A gracist?
A gracist?
I see the hate, it’s written all over your faces
Your faces
Your faces
And let’s face it, you’re ain’t nothin’ but a gracist
A gracist
A gracist
I see the hate, it’s written all over your faces
Your faces
Your faces
And let’s face it, you’re ain’t nothin’ but a gracist
A gracist
A gracist
I see the hate, it’s written all over your faces
Your faces
Your faces
Dear God, don’t let me ever be a gracist
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