Kirk Franklin - Losing My Religion lyrics

I’m losing my religion thank God!
I prayed about my decision how odd
For the man with the mic
To be the man all his life
Rock Christ, like Stipe’s did with REM
Rev up the RPMs
How do I begin to try to paint this sin
Of rules? That divide God’s people in two
In the beginning, religion created a mask
The reformation helped
But soon the patch didn't last
I don’t tell, you don’t ask
So we created a lie and for generations
Church was where we went to go hide
Or we no longer tried
Because a rules read-out relationship
Is empty inside, leaves you bitter, dry
Swift to cut like a razor
Swift to call you a traitor
'Cause you swift to love Taylor
Now we got bad blood with our neighbor
Who’s wrong, who’s right?
Every Sunday we're divided
Who’s black, who’s white? Shamone!

Now the Man in the Mirror
Never gets race right
He’ll never be Christ-like
Never receive good pay
So your faith never rises above minimum wage
So when it’s time to save the world (heh)
You don’t know what to say
To your brother that you love when
He tells you he’s gay do you push him away?
Judge him down till he leaves?
Give him a gospel he hears
Or a gospel he sees?
Love wrapped in truth is the gospel he needs!
There's the room at the cross for everyone
Even me

Well, my sins are now clean
The lost are redeemed
Religion is a prison but truth sets us free
Helps us believe that the world we're in now
Is not the world that will be
Terror, famine, disease
Millions in poverty, hungry, can’t sleep
With all this religion why
These babies can’t eat?
And if the middle class is
Gone how can America see?
How can America breathe
When the Oxygen is gone
From the American dream?
And these American streets listen
Close as they speak
"The next time you think 'America', please
Include me!" help the ones that are weak
All they want is a piece
Of the pie that you keep
Is that too much for those
That laid the concrete?
Still laying on concrete pop, Pop, by police
See, they the foundation of the nation
Not the 2% not the ones that own the
Building that the middle-class rent
Because they make cents

Tell me, how do you feel?
I'm the new Franklin and I have the new deal
I fight and do right fDR for real
One nation under God god, show us the way
The science of opinion: God is not a buffet
You pick what you want so
No God on your plate

The preacher isn't God
Religion's first mistake
Serving stewards, shepherds, not kings
Has to die to his flesh everyday like me
One VIP
All the other seats in church are free
We're just groupies god's the celebrity

Before 313 AD before Constantine
Before the Council of Nicaea
Before Romans and Greeks
Before Calvin, Alexander, Luther
Before "Let there be" before history
To the last century
Before the death on the tree
Before the fall of man was a picture of me
Nailed to his heart
Right before the last three
Words he would speak: "it is finished!"
Can you believe?

I’m losing my religion thank God!
Helping you lose yours is my job