Bittersweet

Yeah, Aghh I feel trapped in the darkness with no rays of light We claim to be the real But I don't see Christ Just fruits of pride Confusion of minds And fabrication of truths that don't suffice Love or hate me ama break the ice Am guilty stricken No sinister Am driven No minister Just a man in the stand on a quest for hope Sick of teachings that chock The soul mind body and spirit I have to spill it Split seas as I spit Let em walk out of Egypt Misconceptions on faith They be choosing camps Ignore the weak and the poor Cheer the rich and famous Crucify the nameless Kindness based on status Love lost and that hope is toast Stuck in lavishness ignoring the cost Smiles spoiled by the stakes lost But we too blind to see We trash Christ and name preachers our hope Tell me What is faith Tell me What is love Tell me What is hope Tell me What is grace And I ain't trying to hate am just trying to be factual Take a look at the fiction and compare with the actual The stats states we been spitting in God's face We promote hate instead of consistently preaching his grace Check preacher's check Check the poor in the church Check the amount he gets Check them beggars at the gate Now Tell me if everything great? Is Jesus portrayed or that faith is dead? Homie we gotta resurrect Salvage the scraps and spike up the faith stats Instead of selfishly just stacking up stacks For personal gain I fear the world is in pain Yet we own the cure To speak life in our acts All the glory to the Christ Who tasked us To remember them widows and orphans And plead their cases I pray we turn down giving pastors praises In exchange for blessings And fictitious favors Tell me Where is faith Tell me Where is love Tell me Where is hope Tell me Where is grace