Piano Break, 33 A.D. - Sho Baraka, Amisho Baraka Lewis

Are we sinners in the hands of an angry God?

Or is God being judged by a sinning mob?

If God ain’t good, I must’ve missed something

If God ain’t good, I must’ve missed something

He been good to me

You been good to me

Are we made in the image of God?

Or is it God that’s mimicking us?

If I’m what’s good, I must’ve missed something

If I’m what’s good, I must’ve missed something

He been good to me

He been good to me

I used to be scared of the Holy Ghost

Now I’m just scared of them holy folks

Should we disagree with God or should we change Him?

If I’m made in His image, then why do we feel like strangers?

Is He a battery that’s charged by my faith?

Who’s at fault when I race but then I fall on my face?

Is God to blame for our intentions?

Like scientists didn’t bless the world with eugenics

Like media ain’t teachin' a new religion

Every time I watch the news, I’m gettin' a baptism

Should I prophesy or should I proselytize?

Is it culture engagement or compromise?

When I keep the doors closed, I’m gettin' ostracized

But when I open up the doors, I’m gettin' colonized

Everything is straight when you have no moral compass

Everything is new when you thinkin' like Christopher Columbus

Is everything just a social construct?

Who’s allowed to judge our moral conduct?

I was an insecure boy who just thought he was a genius

But always pissed off, that’s because I thought with my penis

It’s all strategic, I’m just asking us the reason

Share my faith on the track, I’m just exorcising demons

Yeah, never told a lie

Uh uh, never told a lie

Are we sinners in the hands of an angry God?

Or is God being judged by a sinning mob?

If God ain’t good, I must’ve missed something

If God ain’t good, I must’ve missed something

He been good to me

He been good to me

Are we made in the image of God?

Or is it God that’s mimicking us?

If I’m what’s good, I must’ve missed something

If I’m what’s good, I must’ve missed something

Yeah, He been good to me

Okay, let me preach

The rich man wants more

The poor man wants your’s

The oppressed want a peace of mind

The thief want a piece of mine

The doubter needs a little faith

It ain’t cliché to say «let us pray»

Who gon' call the fouls if everyone balls out?

So open-minded that your brain falls out

G.K.

said it best, nothing fails like success

And being consumed with it is much worse than death

They killin' you with money, they just bought your silence

You can’t worship in a land full of pirates

The more booty, I promise the more scary

Success can be a drag, you can ask Tyler Perry

We sell sex then get mad that we have rapists

We promote greed then get mad that we have haters

I hated the police until a brother got robbed

I hated welfare until a brother lost his job

When I’m at work, I watch my pockets for them corporate thugs

When I’m at home, I watch my back for those crips and bloods

If my words bring conviction, let’s call in context

I’m realizin' life is pretty complex

Thoughts of abortion taught me sanctity of life

A divorced man and woman taught me how to love my wife

A poor man sat me down and taught me about dignity

A blind man’s vision taught me all about imagery

It’ll leave you broke, that’s why it’s called the record industry

I forgot who I am trying to get them to remember me

We adapt and evolve, the problems just revolve

Industry creates the very problems that they try to solve

I know I trace my image way back to the beginning

We done lost so much, we don’t know when we winning

I’m hated, I’m loved, I’m both, I’m a challenge

I’m clean, I’m redeemed, I’m a recovering addict

I have baggage, I am damaged, I am unequally balanced

I’m a servant, but I have a room in the palace

Uh, never told a lie

Uh, never told a lie

He been good to me

He been good to me

Alright, let me preach

When I think of the goodness and all He has done for me

My soul cries out «Hallelujah!»