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Tithing

from Selves by Defcee & Moses

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And let the congregation say...

What happens when church go in debt to state?
Blood money on robes and collection plates.
Do you foreclose on a house of God
or papal bills its mouth is on?

No difference between a Reverend Fred
and Bishop Long. They friends of friends.
Wafers are down, prayer cards are dealt.
They turn into martyrs they make out theyself.

This ain't for true believers. Give 'em to Stan Lee.
This is for kids who are told to repent for hittin' up Plan B.
Old Testament withers and wavers on all this love that isn't sitcom
so fuck the Cleavers and the twin beds they never made kids on.

I remember every single one of them harsh whispers
when my uncle and his husband attended my bar mitzvah.
But not everyone's believin' what you seek in Hebrew
so you can quit praying that your bedroom isn't see-through.

We muted suicide as soon as last summer dimmed.
Scrutinized the youth and sighed, like, "Maybe THIS will humble them."
Forgetting who we used to crucify on every jungle gym.
Of the skin; refuse to call our sisters and our brothers kin.

Besides, does God measure rent by love or commandment?
If it's the latter, then this revolution is moving against the hum of the planet.
Rubbing our hands with Sanskrit. Your statues crumble, unmanaged.
If you're hunting in clans for a mantlepiece, we'll hop out the pan with a can of grease.

Our lives aren't stone, and yet our martyrs are.
Truth bouncing off they tombs like they some armored cars.
Explosions in the sky from some of our chartered stars
got us wondering if some of they faults are partly ours.

It's Mardi Gras. Parade your guilt.
Of the same metal that blades are built
Came from silt, forgetting it's dirt,
claiming that everyone else did it worse.

Arguing like worms. This is our compost.
It will destroy you. Word to Ivan Drago.
So don't just blindly step into a motto.
Before you march, make sure you question what you follow.

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from Selves, released June 21, 2011

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