He hit the pulpit with a smile on Sunday, good preacher going back to work on Monday, preacher got a pass but this preacher got a true gift, charisma with the words but his heart was rendered useless, the lion toothless words that of a fool, the truth a shameful nuisance, It ain't one of his tools. quick to use the word to drive your head crazy, manipulate the word misleading us on the daily, preacher got a stage name is it because of the past? preacher doing strange things moving the money fast, preacher gonna say things that ain't gonna come to pass, even if the last task I'm putting him on blast.

Teacher, teacher tell me how you do what, acting filthy as the prophets of Baal we see through it, words don't match actions no more we can't do it, false teacher you failed through life's ruined.

Teacher, teacher tell me how you do what, acting filthy as the prophets of Baal we see through it, words don't match actions no more we can't do it, false teacher you failed through life's ruined.

Every tooth perfect when he smiles eyes open, only teach so he can use to convict the word spoken, find you when you're open fire out but still smoking, dizzy from the carnage of living you feel broken, that's when he strike take whatever he like, using people till they fall off overloaded with strife, they ain't bleeding but they leaking like they cut with a knife, manipulating blessing teaching trying to alter the plight, abominations from the mouth of the liar who's fallen out, a coward who's full of doubt in every word that he spout, fresh off the pulpit every word that he shout, rivers full of living water all the shadows without, he gonna criticize your walk your talk and your home strife, crucify yours but not a word about his own wife, tell you how to be but don't apply it to his own life, so busy judging others better worry about his own plight.

Teacher, teacher tell me how you do what, acting filthy as the prophets of Baal we see through it, words don't match actions no more we can't do it, false teacher you failed through life's ruined.

Teacher, teacher tell me how you do what, acting filthy as the prophets of Baal we see through it, words don't match actions no more we can't do it, false teacher you failed through life's ruined.

So check this I'm starting a checklist, my pen in a clenched fist, I'm stuck on relentless, the test I'll for sure come the Bible assure some, whether young are just too dumb, on my head it was too wrung, how could I not have seen it? I was searching for good life, got off of the streets man I was searching for good life, how could I not have seen it? I was tired of the heart hurt, the call of the street life, the night full of hard work, I trusted him blindly, treat him nothing but kindly, gave him all of my loyalty, everything that’s behind me, but it wasn't enough, he lived his life in the paranoid, apostate in flesh, he lived his life in the scary void, that's when I finally seen him, what I thought was a good life, was nothing more than hustle selling keys to the good life, but keys to the good life, belong to the good light, my Jesus the one Christ Messiah take my whole life.

Teacher, teacher tell me how you do what, acting filthy as the prophets of Baal we see through it, words don't match actions no more we can't do it, false teacher you failed through life's ruined.

Teacher, teacher tell me how you do what, acting filthy as the prophets of Baal we see through it, words don't match actions no more we can't do it, false teacher you failed through life's ruined.