Church Hurt

Young man pull your pants
Fix your tone watch your stance
Real men don't talk like that
You's a kid fix your wrist
No arch in your back
Stand tall cause we under attack
One day you gone marry a nice girl
Live in the real world
Might be feminine but you a black man
You can play drums but stay out of the choir stand

If I was a gift sent, know they would miss me
Teach me how to love me or teach me to hate me
Born sinner fore I ever knew what my name was
Judgment over everything that's what the game was
I don't mean to offend all of my church fiends
Hopefully I can shed light in the moment
Way too many souls lost yea haven't you noticed
True for me that's why I wrote it

Stand up if you're feelin' me
And put your hands in the air if you love yourself
No the church can't hurt me
No the church can't hurt me
So rise up if you feelin' me
If you believe you can be what he made you to be say
No, the church can't hurt me
No, the church can't hurt me

Young girl you should know
What you are is beautiful
Sit still cross your legs
Your body's a distraction you're turning heads
I'm sorry that's the way it goes
You can't trust grown men to have control
For what they want they manipulate
But you'll be the blame if you let it go

If you was a gift sent know they would miss you
They the hypocrites no baby it ain't you
Born sinner fore you ever knew what your name was
Judgment over everything that's what the game was
I don't mean to offend all of my church fiends
Hopefully I can shed light in the moment
Way too many souls lost yea haven't you noticed
True for me that's why I wrote it

Stand up if you're feelin' me
And put your hands in the air if you love yourself
No the church can't hurt me
No the church can't hurt me
So rise up if you feelin' me
If you believe you can be what he made you to be say
No, the church can't hurt me
No, the church can't hurt me



Credits
Writer(s): Aric Flemming
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