Yahmeyl, K-Rino - Pastor Keep Taking Our Change lyrics

Last time I looked around my hood
I've seen the same old things:
Drugs, prostitution, crack
Everything you can name don't you know?
Churches've been in the hoods over 50 years
And they still ain't doing nothing for us
When I say us, the hebrew israelites are
So-called black people
We need to see what's going on:
Peep the game, don't be a victim

Why don't you see that Christianity
Ain't for a black man?
In 1619 they brought us here on slave ships
Baptised us and turned us into Christians
And then they put us on the
Market blocks for gold and silver
Where is our sovereignty?
There is no reparation
We even built the White House
But the Euro take credit with no compensation
Children are dying pastors is lying
They wish wouldn't stole awake the people
Take the blindfold off the children
Make them change, man

Something has to change, man
Cause the pastor keep taking our change, man
In the ghettos and the hoods
I just see the same thing:
40 acres and a mule ain't enough for me
Wake up, get you mind off the chain game
I know you're tired of the same thing!

Days are so crazy, what can we do?
They're killing us slowly by
Attacking our food where's the sovereignty?
Why would we just standing on picket signs
Trying to convince a government
When they think we're out of our minds?
I accuse law, we're getting sicker and sicker
Have you ever thought about the chemicals
They add in our water?
Why would I poison my new born
With needles and vaccines?
The pastor knows it's true
But he don't want to
Expose the crooked government

Something has to change, man
Cause the pastor keep taking our change, man
In the ghettos and the hoods
I just see the same thing:
40 acres and a mule ain't enough for me
Wake up, get you mind off the chain game
I know you're tired of the same thing!

Will a man rob the father?
That's impossible to do
But he damn sure is capable
Of robbing me and you
See, when them church doors open
We enter 'em fast hoping
But slick words are spoken
That trigger useless emotions
Add a bunch of charlatans, you're marvelling
That's why they're targeting
Women and softer men
To make them rich giving them offerings
While poor people are striving hard
Politicians plotting wars
You show up in the private jet and
I ain't even got a car
Research gives great rewards? Feed us
Right we might believe you
No person will have a problem
Uplifting the righteous preacher
All of us are suffering from
Weak teaching and gossiping
The prosperity preacher is the
Only one that's prospering
They persecute the conscious man
The rest of them will stay blind
A slave religion can't produce nothing
But a slave mind
Whatever you choose to follow
Don't be scared to see to use
We don't need motivational speakers
We need the truth

If the churches took half the
Money that they was making
And gave it back to the community
We'd be alright
If they took half the buildings that
They use to "praise God"
And gave it to motherfuckers who need God
We'd be alright have you seen some of these
Got damn churches lately?
There's one's that take up the
Whole block in New York
There's homeless people out here
Why ain't God lettin' them stay there?
Why these niggas got gold ceilings and shit?
Why God need gold ceilings to talk to me?
Why does God need colored windows
To talk to me? Why God can't come where I'm
At where he sent me?
If God wanted to talk to me
In a pretty spot like that
Why the hell he send me here then?
That makes ghetto kids not belive in God
Why? So that's wrong religion