Yes, from Babe to Childhood and from then to a man
All the way there are always someone coming to tell you of
God and the grave
Yes, from sunrise until sunset
Then there is a policy entered your gate or your door
I don’t mind your coming but am scared at your talking and
of a stranger’s philosophy
Now just who are you again?
A gown of blackness, a collar of white – a bible in your hand
While the day is silent and religion bells are striking
Today is Sunday so no witchcrafting please
Get out of I way for I can see
the Devil’s disciples are opening the gates of Hell
in the midst of the pastors
Then I can see a few is coming this way.
Yes, these few I know them by their works
I can feel them by the spirit
For only the writers from Heaven can express
How God glory feels . . . .
I need none from the clergies to show I this place
Friends I have already, knowing I way around
Now out of I way, you evil sets of tyrants Who made men lives decay . . . .
Slavery is over
So said Suck me blood and his boys as they form council
on the white barbecue
A word from the slavemasters to my brothers and sisters –
Put down your slave pick and shovel and take up a Bible
Are you covering a revenge fellows?
Now as the State builds his army
Then the church leads our human spirit
There is a shadow in the midst now creeping
Yes, a lion had entered the door
I can see love in the rainbow shining
So I need your service no more.