Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Church, artist - Macklemore. Album song GEMINI, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bendo
Song language: English
Church |
Time, time is very precious to me. |
I don’t know how much I have left and I have |
some things I would like to say. |
Hopefully at the end I’ll have something that will be important to other people |
too. |
Stand up, sit down, stand up again |
Morse Code sent to God, are you listening? |
He must have been too busy fixing other shit |
No call, no response shows the opposite |
We confess to the man who was faceless |
I still do the same but to thousands of strangers |
Went through some changes, some said I’m faithless |
'Cause I replaced the altar with a basement |
I often fought the explanation of where people go when their bodies let go of |
the soul |
Does it just turn cold? |
Or do we get judged and told where to go? |
And if so, how the fuck would you know if nobody came back and said I’m telling |
you, bro? |
I could never get past the shit that was spit out the pastor’s lips |
And the rapper’s started making more sense |
I guess that’s the reason that some people cringe when they kids get a hold of |
my shit |
If the grip of a God is insistent on not questioning if he truly exists |
No wonder that I got caught up in the music it filled my spirit to the brim, |
amen |
Motha fucker |
This is my offering card |
The only thing I have to offer is bars |
The only time I felt like I was talking to God |
Was in my Walkman walking with Nas |
Alright see I be going to Sunday school every week |
In the back trying to read, but see that something was off |
Maybe it was 'cause I was trying to huddle in the yard |
Preacher didn’t connect when he would mumble the Psalms |
I was in my head and I was bustin' with Pac |
Takin' off my wifebeater and getting drunk in the park |
After that part, I found God, it wasn’t Jesus |
Some psilocybin and the ink released him |
I began to hold communion every time my music came out the speakers I used it |
And it fuled my movement I believed in, voice of reason, just me and my Adidas |
And I could achieve it, I put my hand over my heart, pledge allegiance |
I solemnly swear by the faith that raised my since Kool Herc dropped the needle |
The South Bronx, that’s hip-hop's Egypt |
The word of our God is manipulated and twisted by the same system |
That is infiltrated and falsely interpreted Jesus |
One life, one love, one God, It’s us, treated your neighbor how you would want |
to be treated |
The universal laws of God, don’t look too far it’s right here, us human beings |
The spirits right here and I don’t have to see it |
Now every time I want to connect with God I put my headphones on |
Then I nod, grab my pen, my pad, let it seep in, in |
And that’s my process |
And God’s always watching |
Got God in my Walkman |
Go ahead and top that |