We see them.
We hear them.
And yes, we all know them.

Yes, fake Christians calling them saints.
When they ain't?
Just actors saying the word.
Playing a part with an uncaring heart.

They twist the scriptures to fit their perspective.
Even backing wicked politicians.
But easily to read.

Then, we read about cowards during the time of Jesus.
Many seated in church talking about others.
And these the fake ones calling them your sisters and brothers.

If someone down?
You lift them up.
Not continue to put them down.
Sheeps in pretty clothing doesn't mean they are not linked to the devil.

We have many within our families and just let them be.
Pretending to be something of importance.
But having no compassion of substances.

Unless, you have one.
You never know what tough love was?
If given just one gift at Christmas?
That gift served a purpose.

You cherished it.
All because it was given with love.
Reflecting back, life wasn't so bad.
Unless, you have a bad mom or dad.

Don't buy the news narratives pushed as truth.
Many of us have two parents pulling us through.
We knew, how to act in church.
We knew ways to act at school.
Why?
Back then parents and teachers were on the same page.

One phone call and instantly you facing parental law.
We knew how to act when guests came to the house.
Reflecting back, many of us admire our parents.

Even, when they disagree.
Yes, even that was funny to see.
But they were on the same page when it came to discipline.
No, not abuse.

Respect was your representation of your parents.
They taught it.
Might say installed it.

Sure, maybe they weren't perfect.
Then what soul is?
We knew when crying mom would wipe away those tears.

As we stand here as adults.
Many of us can say THANK GOD for them.
Many, if honest would never trade them.

Yeah, you broke my heart right down to my soul.
And I hear through rumors it's a joy to you.
That you smiling that you did.
Girl, don't rub it in.

I accept the facts that it's part my fault.
I accept the facts I could have done better.
So, don't rub it in
All because it can happen to you.

Something bad must happen for some to see.
That happiness was a part of the game.
So, I accept I created my pain.
So, don't rub it in, love.