Lambs

Swear you seen us in the club
Poppin Mollies
Might have seen us at the polls
Voting Romney
See its so easy just to typecast us with the Westboro Baptists or the multicolored suits up in churches looking ratchet
History will paint us as oppressors
And I ain't tryna say we spotless, but most that bear the name is playing dress-up
And we know...it's hard to find the real ones, but we here- we ain't happy with them hundred dollar bill ones
They don't want us in the schools
Unless its controversy, they don't want us on the news
Watchin John Stewart- mocking all the ministers
Marriages is so ravaged by the pornographic images
And we fighting on our knees
Fighting for your souls,
All the grief from what we facing only God knows
Got us all, bottles up...
Got us gone Mazal tov

Silencing them Lambs
They be silencing them Lambs

Silencer applied, right between the eyes- they ain't have a chance

I don't know what you think
Lets clear this up, I don't owe you an answer
but we gon strip it down
n I don't owe you no dances
We getting real, you aint seen sacrifice
till you snatched out your world on that red pill
Snatched out your bed with an weapon at your head
Your daughter crying in the next room in her crib
Cuz aint no questions when they poppin,
Its dead, dead bodies when you questioning they doctrine
ain't no freedom of religion, nah you sitting in a cell
Bleeding from your body, reminiscing when held
your wife in your arms, told her you gon hold some meetings
So you start it as a secret, and you found a few believers
Now your house up in flames, everybody scattered
But somehow you gotta peace almost like it don't matter
Its open season, you the heathen that the mob's for
That same faith you cried for, the one you die for

Silencing them Lambs
They be silencing them Lambs

Silencer applied, right between the eyes- they ain't have a chance, they be silencing the lambs

They don't care what we on
Skeptical
They don't care what we believe
Respect it though
Evangelicals are lumped in this group of low intelligence, fabricated fellowships, desperate relics scrambling for relevance
So to pick us off is simple
We care what ppl think so we tippy toe the fence tryn not to be judgmental
Muffling our voices,
Swear we way too boisterous,
Causing too much trouble I'm just waiting till they hoist us
On the same cross, we gon pay the same cost- suffer and we reign till we see the day star
Swearing that it's worth it, but they ain't on they job less they working
Curses up at God while they slandering the churches
We ain't fighting flesh n blood
But it's war
We gon keep on preaching, while we caring for the poor
We know someone want us off the planet
We ain't taking it for granted, we getting stronger when you

Silencer applied, right between the eyes
But what's death to somebody who already know they died