Religious Politics (Losing Faith in Humanity)

[Verse One: Speed on the Beat] Gods have the best interests in hand? But with murderers and abusers, I just don't understand... The plan of the religious, while they're just passing out pans Seems the most polished plays pave their way to promised lands While we still wait on acres, the mules we're supposed to own? Well, they revolt against us, and it's strange, son Because they do it with a smile, try to sell us a dream while they... Are all holding the ground, all of it now! Try to give us peace, when there is war all around Steal your house and resell it. Beeyotch, no money down And crowd around, while vultures go 'head and pick off the crown And Muppets chant the same shit, "where's your Messiah...now?" And it's Crystal, little Billy, who's trying to keep us down It's not a black or white thing, it just festers and boils around So, for those that want to keep jocking and jiving for the rounds Of applause, they sicken me. So, no money for these clowns [Hook: Speed on the Beat] Feels like we're backsliding (It's just Religious Politics again) [Verse Two: Speed on the Beat] The government seems to have our best interest at heart? Wiretaps to circumvent this so-called freedom Giving us the Young Money treatments, fucking us like every girl But Obama just kind of made it seem obvious Water gates pushed through White waters... Government handouts, leading us all to slaugther I know this's kind of different from my usual... But, I've got to reach y'all with something that you're not used to Paying lobbyists and watching them flip-flop Staging fights for the masses, Love and Hip-Hop Public? Kind of jostling. And the Prez? Stevie J But we haven't figured out how to pimp this shit yet While they still make the face, showing us how good they got us Pockets rise above, but we still try to stop it Calling them un-American, calling them traitors But the ones in Washington are the real turncoats...and the haters [Hook: Speed on the Beat] Feels like we're backsliding (It's just Religious Politics again) [Verse Three: Speed on the Beat] Boys surpassing their fathers, girls looking like their mothers Guess we'll have to go 'head, blame THIS shit again on Obama And they want to legalize this and that, but fail to understand That the issues in our homeland expand past those felt by a few So they want to excel? Then it starts from within Make the homeland green, then others can fit in We are all green anyway, it's elementary... Like a six-year-old me, passing the cemetery to get to school Kind of symbolic, because I bury your figures With a flurry of stickers, curry y'all niggas like rat stew Don't make me go Ann Curry y'all niggas Cancel yo' fame and spotlight before your time is due (Ah-choo!) Excuse me, man. I'm allergic to fuckery And you fucking with me is something you shall not do Run through your crew with no hammers, no blammers Just two fist and a blade, and watch what this "Munchkin" do [Outro] You can shoot me all you want, the oversoul protects me You sold all your credentials trying to catch me But why? I'm just trying to elevate... To get you to the next level, but minus the weed (minus the weed) [Hook] [Backmasked instrumental until end]