Every time I speak truth, the screen blasts for me

 If I die for these words, then let it be

 Crucifix crooked on the rearview

 Mama said the devil gon' hear you Every time you question what they feed you

 Every time you read what they conceal to Red moon hang over my conscience

 Dead friends live on in the commons Pastors in the bins, palms polished

 Kids in the pews, pockets empty, hearts honest Government grins with the gold teeth

 Paper in they palms, that's the real priest Oil in the water where we still drink

 Scroll made of decks, sign here in blue ink Prophet with a target on his temple

 Halo on layaway, paid in rentals Seven days, seven plagues, all mental

 Heaven ain't a gate, it's a memo

 They call it blasphemy Every time I rip the mask and speak

 If the truth gon' burn, then let it burn in me If I die for these words, let it set you free

 They sell faith like a front row ticket VIP heaven on a platinum visit

 Blessings in a bottle with a label on the limit You can pray on the pole, you pray till you get it

 Politician, proverbs in the campaign Then sign bills to baptize the chain

 Put a cross on the bomb in the airplane Then they tell us all war in his name

 I seen angels in the alley with the ashtray lungs

 Demons in the palace with the tax-free funds If I vanish in the static when the last bell rung

 Just carve this in a stone with your black ink

 They call it blasphemy Every time I rip the mask and speak

 If the truth gon' burn, then let it burn in me If I die for these words, let it set you free

 They call it blasphemy I ain't bound to a throne, made of greek

 The lie is law, then I'ma break that piece If I die for these words, let my soul not sleep

 If I'm wrong, let the sky fall on me If I'm right, let the chains fall off, finally

 Is it sin if I question what you preach on me Or is the real curse living in this fantasy

 They call it blasphemy Every time I rip the mask and speak

 If the truth gon' burn, then let it burn in me If I die for these words, let it set you free

 They call it blasphemy I ain't bound to a throne, made of greek

 The lie is law, then I'ma break that piece If I die for these words, let my soul not sleep