Big Business

What began in the spirit
I fleshed out in analytics
And mimicked his voice until
I wasn't sure I could actually hear it.
The comparisons were subtle pivots
Compared to more pivotal problems
But that was the problem
And the comparisons didn't solve them
I missed the trees for the forest that dominated my vision
Shifted pyramidal positions into a schema that fit my religion
Each schism was a small price to pay for the mission
But I just couldn't convince the critics to listen.
Listen, every decision is infinite
Every compounding incision thickens the cut that started it
When I started tip-toeing with the lusts of the flesh
I thought it was love
And it became exactly that
Hand in hand
Dancing in the way of the dragon
Heart of man still convinced it was the way of the lamb
And I didn't realize that I had abandoned the path
Until I finally glanced down at my own two feet
And had the thought that
Even wolves can learn to bleat like sheep

Of course it's all selfish ambition and vain conceit
Of course I want you to raise your hands and worship me
Of course notoriety became the centerpiece
As my pride continues to believe itself to be
The praise of God

Behind liturgy like a smoke screen
We bow down to money and the powers that be
And treat one another like competing teams
Functioning hierarchically and calling the winnings gospel
And Jesus, indeed, seems to read like a sword
That cuts through the family
But he still brings peace to the wealthy though
It's dismissible
I can simply close my eyes
To the way that salvation became so closely tied
To domination like the way that
God became a literal Trump card
Okay

So we joined the ranks of a disenfranchised generation
The counselor called it a combination
Of coming of age and brainwashing
That repeatedly capitulates itself
To a posture of self-hate and blame and
Spirals inward on its own cliche
There
The naïveté is so easy to manipulate
You simply call power blessing and
Excommunicate whomever stands in the way
What changed

I've seen things just stay the same, man
They'll find a way in
One day, men
Will use the Name's insurance claim to get paid off of entertainment
Don't take even one of the layman
Send a raven
Now empty your savings
Keep donating in payments to build this shelter in time of storm
No one can clap back
If Noah didn't open them doors
I guess you can have that, but
Hurricane Hashtag
Sow seed, proceed, Osteen
Both seen shelters before
Ain't that where the tax at?
A Garrett Morgan is more than just a metaphor
Of a black and a uniform to go to war with
And a random fact that the black invented the gas mask
I'll bet that color matters to a bank account getting fatter
When it's re(a)d to the black on the cash app
A hypocritical separation of church and the state
Look! His pastor's posing with opposing politicians on Facebook
And I heard it's getting worse
Gotta put a curse in the verse
They'll get passed that
When they realize his worships working perfect to back that A$CAP