Sweet Tea

These are the brakes Lay awake to the prayers of an atheist Take what is giving But make believe that it magic And brake a 300 years course Hear that Jesus is returning We mourn babies left abandoned on clerk house floors In love with the man who rape her Hands press to a swollen belly Undressed her skin to reveal the scares Pealed back layers of flesh to trace her facial features We didn't just appear by way of Ain't Cha Mama Hear the national anthem song only how them southern Baptist can Kin folks up north longing for nana sweet tea And summers out on the porch snapping peas Packing a nap sack of a few of your favor It track and flee If only they could have read that they was free A athlete pleading outside of heaven gates Grace is said even if plates are empty Don't tempt me with register unattended Eric Garner was a friend of mine Lady liberty wouldn't give me the time of day Dress hike up so I said bitch just asking for it Say my name The one with like twenty syllables Only alibi is that the bitch is a liar Flag blindfold my eyes The anthem song by a southern Baptist plays in the back of my mind God is found before they have time to draw back their sling Soul descend to the heavens It end with where y'al