Lyrics Smile - Mr. J. Medeiros

Smile

I’m tired of people trying to claim they God
I’m trying to see through the game they hearts
Is evil, evil, evil, why its evil
My feet are stained
Your days are numbered
Ill keep the pain
You just take the money
Its evil, evil, evil, why its evil
Breaking boundaries like refugees
While fleeing persecution
Yo the sound of freedom beckons me
To see through institutions
Both religious and political we live as individuals
It’s the rhythm of ritual I seek to avoid
In self-righteousness the meek are destroyed
In hell might just be the preacher you enjoyed
On your Sunday morning
Performing on the pulpit with his «one day» warnings
Conforming to the culprit leaves you one day mourning
Claiming salvation is that a way saying that he had a way
But that was on a Sunday
What about Monday through Saturday
So tease us with clever voodoo
It might forever be fool proof
Until you meeting with Jesus
And He’s like, «I never knew you»
The Shepard He know what wolves do
Weather or not you choose too
The devil reads the bible and knows it better then you do
You sever the truth
And use the knife to feed you evil stomach
And the body of Christ is still bleeding from it
And I don’t want the advice from any demon puppet
Yeah I might have had to look twice
But man I see you coming
I’m tired of people trying to claim they God
I’m trying to see through the game they hearts
Is evil, evil, evil, why its evil
My feet are stained
Your days are numbered
Ill keep the pain
You just take the money
Its evil, evil, evil, why its evil
Social injustice, economic prejudice
Your broke the churches trust among its residents
You hoped your thirstful lust to thumb presidents
Would slow the search in us for loves eminence
Above the tenements of earth
Reads our sentiments of worth
In a testament of truth we see the evidence of hurt
Pain and struggle yet your sermons remain subtle
Diversions of fame trouble
The words from your brain stumble
Over your hearts intentions
Exposing your dark dimensions
Popularity, greed, power and pension
Sour any honorable mention
The tower of Babylon’s dissension
Weather on the pulpit or the public park benches
Be careful who you run with
And the one that might tempt ya
Cus everyone is a potential danger
Your friends, parents, your peers and strangers
Cus even my pen can be an instrument of fear and anger
The difference between man and manger
I’m tired of people trying to claim they God
I’m trying to see through the game they hearts
Is evil, evil, evil, why its evil
My feet are stained
Your days are numbered
Ill keep the pain
You just take the money
Its evil, evil, evil, why its evil