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The Don't Want Us

Gustavo Bustermann

Grew up hearin' love thy neighbor from the pulpit
But the second you different, they kick you out quick
Talkin' 'bout salvation while they draw the line in blood
Walkin' into church feels like walkin' into court
Verdict already short, they quote the verses
Twist 'em till they fit the hate and turn the cross to a weapon
Stupid fuckin' idiot, wishin' every one of 'em insults you, ass?
Or a response to what we call straight insanity?
I understand precisely what went down
You dashed out the moment you heard my bro scream for aid
I'm fed up with this crap, my sibling
Yet if the Lord is with us, then we'll be fine

We don't use identical words, step the fuck off, bitch
Yet what could top that, damn?
I understand who I am, the manner I'm compensated
You never cared for us in the first place, screw you
You despise me, right? You despise my community
Your scheme is to wipe out my culture, you're goddamn wicked
You turned me into a fuckin' watchdog, shit
This scheme is larger than myself
So obvious your speech
I already know what you're about to speak

Yeah, they don't want us in they house of the Lord
'Less we hide, bow, repent and obey the rules
They don't want us 'less we change who we are
'Cause they (don't want us)
They pray on the cross but they lock every door
Same prayers, still keepin' the score
Fuck 'em, they don't want us

History ain't pretty when you really check the page
They used the word to justify the whip and the chain
(We saved you from the pain)
Now it's the same script with a modern-day twist
While the pastors hide they scandals under a holy cloak
Ain't no room at the inn if you don't fit the mold
They don't want the real flock, just the ones they control
Sideshow performances only draw the ones who amuse
Idle chatter, we understand it's nothin' but empty fuckin' words
You don't need to fib, you don't need to fib

Six a, m, flames on the slum, damn
Police and ambulance sirens everywhere
Yeah, I've had a reaction against speakin'
I've had a hatred for fuckin' nonsense
I've already faced a ton, yet I know the Lord's word, fuck
They pick and choose the verses that keep the power tight
Ignore the ones about justice, mercy, and the fight
So we build our own sacred ground
Where the rejected get found
They don't want us? Cool, we already left the door
And the truth still standin' taller than they ever did before

Yeah, they don't want us in they house of the Lord
'Less we hide, bow, repent and obey the rules
They don't want us 'less we change who we are
'Cause they (don't want us)
They pray on the cross but they lock every door
Same prayers, still keepin' the score
Fuck 'em, they don't want us




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