Second Sermon - Extra Prolific

I was raised in Houston 3rd ward amongst the drama 
Pops was off the hook  but had a bible toting mama 
Sunday school BTU was a must plus I'm inertia 
Wondering why my dad don't come to church plus he hurts her 
All repetition till I'm 12 years old 
Preacher kickin' old time religion  hit me dead in the soul 
And now I'm up at the altar 
Choir blowin' that way in the water 
Lord help me 
Reminiscing on innocence this pillows soaking 
That's when my mom left my pops, brought me to Oakland 
Negativity hitting me from every angle 
Could've sworn the devil sent his every angel 
In this strange old land, I see I'm fallin' 
Moms keep stressing me, stop ignoring my calling 
But something in me keeps runnin' like I need to go 
They say you reap what you sow 
Black people what 

Chorus 

The ending has come 
The moonlight is gone 
Look up high, you'll see his arms 
Say not for you 
But still it's true 
Will you be waiting when he comes 

Romans 10 to 9 
Says believe it with your mind, and 
Confess it with your mouth, and 
You will be divine, and 
I'm still kickin' on the altar 
Cause it sure hurt me when the preacher turn to me faulty y'all 
Made me feel more comfortable about my backslidin' 
G's don't get to heaven so stop hidin' 
Everybody that was raised on prayer is now a player 
You can call me a square 
If I don't care 
Then your soul's on my backside 
And who gonna show them kids how to act right 
Last days, these days be the last ones 
Fast ways erased cause we passion 
For the man there's no way we gonna get high 
Not by smokin' on