Organized Religion

[Verse 1: Jackie Hill] This side of my face, makes a lot of mistakes Ear hears what it wants, when it don't it longs for the day When it can't, won't, imitate, the fickle state of the grave Grace on my ears, def' death, try'na raise up Can't, listen to friends with, bitterness in their lyrics Wickedness try'na tempt with Got a heart with a mind that don't mine being wicked So my heart tell my mind tell my ears better mind it's business Not a concept this is Constant science of organized religion gotta listen if you wanna hear it [Verse 2: Odd Thomas] They say Speak up boy, cat got your tongue But I tend to play it dumb in an attempt to run from Because when I speak, the heart leaks And you get a brief peek deep inside to see where it comes from Because here's the deal, the tongue is small But still it's strong enough to curse or kill Destroy or build, sink or steer a ship Lift up a man, cause a person to trip, hurt or heal Spouting and arousing, rabble-rousing Sounding deep but drowning Killing everyone around me I need to put a muzzle on my mouth To avoid everything coming out going south I mock men, and patronize Organize lies but it's all disguised My speech is pathetic, instead of religious rhetoric God give me a better phonetic etiquette [Verse 3: Eshon Burgundy] With these hands, I build or destroy Become a doctor or a chef or possibly a corner boy Who handle things, hand full of rings, neck full of chains Might get jammed up or get handcuffed for throwing my hands for the set I claim Could be a fist, or a finger in the middle of this circumference But it's all contingent on what my heart pumps into it Could be a handshake, better yet man it could be a peace sign Or it could be the middle of the night, flashing lights, police yelling can they see my hands [Verse 4: Braille] Oh yes your Eye-ness, I will obey what you say and chase your craving Eye was misbehaving, overdosed and choked I need the Eye-mlich Eye candy ent-eye-cing it's eye-cing on the cake Whatever I see my eyes rate, if I'm unsatisfied I'm irate Look down that's when my eyes break, deep down I know my eyes are sick Eye-dols in my heart, I stab myself in the back when my eyes pick There's a v-eye-ris in my iris, eye was blinded, close my eye lids See my Savior laying down His righteous life and saying "eye forgive" [Chorus] Organize, organize, organize me If You have my heart then You have every part of me What I hear, what I say, what I feel, what I see If You have my heart then You have every part of me