Writing a Gospel Play

Writing a gospel play
Writing a gospel play
Writing a gospel play
'Cause that's what the people want

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Show title
"Show Me How to - Pray"
A spiritual
Urban
Drama

Jesus
Never fails
As long as you keep prayin'
Jesus
Never fails
You think my ass is playin'?

Shaneatha! Michelle!
I done made some tater salad
Come on now, I done put my foot in this
Uh-oh, Aunt Patty!
I love me some tater salad now
And I'm hungry as hiz-ell!
Your fast behind ain't hungry for nothin'
But a crack rock and a stripper pole, girl
Go wash your hands
Aunt Patty, only God can judge me
And he seems quite impressed
So don't come for me! Hahahaha!
Unless I twirl for you!
Chelle, what wrong, baby?
You ain't eatin' up your tater salad!
Oh, Aunt Patty, how can I eat tater salad
When there's no ring on my finger?
Michelle, girl, you better forget about that ring
And learn how to drop it like it's hot, gagagaga!
Fix it, Jesus
I did everything I was supposed to!
I stayed in school
I kept my legs closed
I was faithful
And paid my tithes and offering
Because Mark 12 and 17 says
"Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's
And render unto God what is God's"
God said, Bitch, better have my money right here!
Girl, if you don't set down, I'm gonna pop you in the face
With one of my world-famous Patty pies
Did somebody say Patty pie?
'Cause I'm hungry as hiz-ell

I wore flesh-colored stockings
I got a perm
And a wig that I put on top of that perm as a protective style
I became a high-powered vice president of a bank
But I'm still so, so lonely
Oh, baby
Rest your head on Aunt Patty' bosom
When is it my turn to walk into a room and say
"I's married now, Miss Cielie"?
Welp
Have you prayed?
I get down on my Black knees every night!
I know what I do down on my Black knees, girl!

Well, if you getting down on your knees
And the Lord isn't blessing you the way you think He ought to
Then
Maybe you don't know how to pray (Maybe you don't know)
Maybe you don't know how to pray
(Maybe you don't know how to pray)
In times like these
You gotta get down on your knees
And ask Him for the words you should say
(Ask Him for the words, yeah)

And I know you feel like your cousin Shaneatha doin' better than you
'Cause she be out there prostituting herself
To all these men who be touching her on the vagina
And I know you feel like your cousin Sherae doin' better than you
'Cause she got the money to build herself a chateau in Atlanta
But remember
Proverbs 31 and 10 says
"Who can find a virtuous woman?
For her, Christ is far above rubies"
So keep your knees bent in prayer
And the Lord thy God will send you a light-skinned man
With no education
Who will put you in the split-level mansion of your dreams, Chelle

Aunt Patty, all I really want is a ring
Maybe the devil got your ass in a sling, gagagaga
On days like these (days like these)
It's like you're trapped on a trapeze
And you don't know what these stupid paper-doll characters should sing

Jesus
Never fails