Gospel of Mark lyrics

[Verse]
I know a pastor with a Bible & a crucifix
Religion's a disguise
I can see it in his eyes
n*ggas preaching you the gospel
But the devil is a liar
He can lead you to the well
But I bet that b*tch dry
10 percent of every dollar
To your local tabernacle
Collection plate spinning 'round
Two times in the service
Can I get me a receipt?
My Salvation’s tax deductible
I'm still givin' money
I been broke for 'bout a month or two now
Hallelujah Sunday and sinning on Monday
The red-eye to hell, a n*gga only going one way
Obsessing over fashion and your false sense of worship
Don't even believe in God, you're just praying for a purpose
And refuse to ask questions 'cause your soul has been invested
And they're still segregating
Preaching Nate from Old Testaments
From what I understand that's the White man's rhetoric
We're tied to the South, Klu Klux & Confederates
Complexion of the Savior that I praise is tan licorice
Enslaved West Africans then turned them all illiterate
And call them all n*ggers and make them think they're the lesser
You abducted us from a land where we was kings & professors
Welfare's a manifestation of slave labor
And dependency upon the government from taking handouts
????
Put them in Section 8 so there isn't no way to stand out
Unless they on the corner selling poison to their people
Then you throw them in a jail
The population same color
n*ggas see a cell mate with skin tones of his own
Industrialize the prison
Turn it into private industries
Years for petty charges
My people living in misery
A n*gga twenty five with a record full of felonies
Was raised in the system so that's all he really know
Institutionalized minds, we still living in slavery
And fighting over sh*t that we can never even own
An educational system of a third-world quality
Then wonder why my people got the highest rate of poverty
The land of the free? I think that's literal hypocrisy
And f*ck the constitution, that's just an idiosyncrasy
The words "pursuit of happiness" scribbled by slaveowners
Malt liquor for your liver, no longer an organ donor
Fastest way to kill a people is diminishing their minds
Give them drugs of different kinds, good grapes from a vine
They choose to procrastinate and waste all of your f*cking time
f*ck getting educated, n*ggas getting medicated
Popping pills like they vitamins
Oxycontins & Vicodin
But don't forget the weed and make sure that the odor's pungent
We living in a society that praises over-indulgence
My generation's either locked up or on the substance
These n*ggas lack focus, always into dumb sh*t
I practice what I preach and watch the people that I run with
The truth is in my rhymes, that's divine & sublime
Coming directly at your face like that officer's mace
So get the f*ck off of the couch and stop waiting on a meal ticket
Rap game full of ignorance
Am I the only one to find that sh*t sickening?