The Eucharist

My mother used to say
"A bad penny finds its own way to hell"
They lovingly fashion they own crosses, beg me to drive the nails
Follow the devil to the high place
The pinnacle, the wilderness vibrate, do-gooders miserable

The Pilate silent, but that's a signal too
The Pyrex violent, the group home living proof
Like dying and coming back, black as a dead tooth
Roman lions, Blue Angels through the retractable roof

Aloof Posdnuos, I used to be embarrassed
Of brothers reduced to that, "Do you like rap?"
Hustle back before your man let the mack off for 40 doughs
Negros say, "Let's stick together", then make funny moves

Black is beautiful, brother, but it ain't superglue
Before what's left of the truth under his cuticles, duke
You be dead in a cubicle 'fore you recoup
Christianity is cultural appropriation, papers, Freemasons

Mason Betha came out the church like Satan
Burst out that house of worship, that thing flamin', no amen
Shoot the gift 'til it smells like metal shavings
Shoot the shit 'til I'm certain they're idiots, then relax

Brazen, facts, the next nice neighborhood I move to
You lot get first crack, the dark skin Van Peebles
Made the rounds with the Watermelon Man sequel
Did Jay actually listen to D'Evil or did he just skim through it?
I took the Shyne to 'em and turned Jewish