Sell Me Yo Soul - Esham

I was born a slave, and I’m still a slave

Just because I misbehaved

And you mutha fuckas still tryin' to calm me down

When the priest stole your money and he skipped town

When you went to church, you said your soul was sold

In God we trust, you gave the priest your bank roll

You sold your soul to a man talkin' about God

Give him money so he can pay his rent, and that’s odd

But he don’t stay in the ghetto, but yet you do

So are you fuckin' him, or is he fuckin' you?

Give me your money says the man in the white collar

Praise the lord, as he hollas takin' all the dollas

This ain’t blasphemy or sacri-religion

It’s just a brotha tellin' you how it is

And I’ma tell this priest, rippin' off my people as the story is told

Sell me yo' soul

This ain’t Hellen Keller so how can you hear me

I once saw a priest make a blind woman see

Or was it that the woman was never blind, and he was lyin'

I’m here to tell ya that the priest was out his mind

He made a lady get out her wheel chair and walk

He’ll say abra cabdabra and the mute man will talk

Then he’ll pass the plate while your mind is in a mental state

Changin' up the words in the Bible so you’ll think it’s great

Little do you know the Father’s robbin' you blind

Cuz he know you don’t know, God is the state of lien'

Your praisin' the priest instead of praisin' the Lord

And Sunday is pay day for him, cuz that’s what he’s there for

Give me your money, quarters and dimes and pennies

Whatever you got, he’ll take it, cuz he’ll take anything

And you wonder why he drive a Cadillac in gold

Cuz you’re selling your soul

The priest is just jackin' so how can you bust him?

He don’t pay taxes, so how can you trust him?

Look at Tammy and Jimmy Baker

The mother fucker was a fuckin' liar, a fuckin' faker

Takin' your money and stone cold bankin'

Dead bodies stacked up, and stankin'

Just a fucked up way to be

All you mutha fuckas out here poisonin' soceity

And you say, thou shall not steal

When you fuckin' go get a new Cadilac Seville

And when you take off that black dress

You got a brand new silk suit, cleaned and pressed

I rest my case, cuz a preacher can’t tell me shit, he don’t see race

And I’ma say this shit coast to coast

You’s a goddamn liar if you say you caught the Holy Ghost

Some have as the story is told

But if you have, then sell me yo soul