These are the brakes
Lay awake to the prayers of an atheist
Take what is giving
But make believe that it magic
And brake a 300 years course
Hear that Jesus is returning
We mourn babies left abandoned on clerk house floors
In love with the man who **** her
Hands press to a swollen belly
Undressed her skin to reveal the scares
Pealed back layers of flesh to trace her ****** features
We didn't just appear by way of Ain't Cha Mama
Hear the national anthem song only how them southern Baptist can
Kin folks up north longing for nana sweet tea
And summers out on the porch snapping peas
Packing a nap sack of a few of your favor
It track and flee
If only they could had read that they was free
A athletes pleading outside of heaven gates
Grace is said even if plates are empty
Don't tempt me with register unattended
Eric Garner was a friend of mine
Lady liberty wouldn't give me the time of day
Dress hike up so I said ***** just asking for it
Say my name
The one with like twenty syllables
Only alibi is that the ***** is a lier
Flag blindfold my eyes
The anthem song by a southern Baptist plays in the back of my mind
God is found before they have time to draw back their sling
Soul descend to the heavens
It end with where y'all leave me
Body cradle in the arms of a southern woman
Here I'm home