Calling Faye 2

To Faye the first woman i ever loved. Before severance our bond was psychic.

.I know some grudges I should put to rest but for christianity i have eternal vitriol
That good bitch Jesus raped my mom while the preacher man held her
Down by the riverside serenaded by the choir
I tried to warn her but my vices is all she saw
The wisdom of my words unheard
The plight of a young god trapped inside the body of a child
Could only stand by and watch as Jesus raped my mom
Of her sanity, my father his integrity, the kid sis and i tryna get the fuck out
And i got out of mental slavery, all started the day i ran away
Came back one day to free them but in their eyes i was still a child
Communicating with them became futile
So i wondered the world again, waiting to even the score
That good bitch Jesus enslaved my people, a vitriol that won’t fade
Till we ignite the pew
Burning the memory of that good bitch Jesus and
The miseducation sunday school spews
To poor, black, families
Desperate for salvation

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