Mercy - The Tongue, Jeswon

Lotta mercy

Guess that I ain’t worthy

I been sending prayers

But they ain’t never heard me

I could be your saviour

Listen to my sermon

Pass it round the plate for the service

Saying lotta mercy

Guessing I ain’t worthy

I been sending prayers

But they ain’t never heard me

I could be your saviour

But nothing isn’t certain

You gotta look inside for your purpose

Saying lotta mercy

Uh

Demons on the street corner

I be getting blessed

In this holy water

Before I take a step outside

Ride with me til the death

We can get so high

That we floating with the angels

Man them girls so fly

They can drown you in their tears

For this world on fire

Had to find my inner spirit so I could inspire

Dying for a lie

I could really see it how it is

That you hear it in these lyrics that I’m feeding to the kids

Out late night

Guilty of original sins

Stuck Judas with the steel

Cos I’m in it to win

Lord’s creation

Live on your radio stations

We rise to the heavens but it started in the basement

Lotta mercy

Guess that I ain’t worthy

I been sending prayers

But they ain’t never heard me

I could be your saviour

Listen to my sermon

Pass it round the plate for the service

Saying lotta mercy

Guessing I ain’t worthy

I been sending prayers

But they ain’t never heard me

I could be your saviour

But nothing isn’t certain

You gotta look inside for your purpose

Saying lotta mercy

Yo, let me tell you what it really is

Supreme lyricist

Breaking my religion

Not listening to Leviticus

I never read the bible

But every line I write

They idolise me like an idol

Forming more disciples

John the Baptist of this rap shit

Smash shit

Feed the masses with baguettes and a bag of fish

Ghetto activist

The streets is my tabernacle

Peace to Eve

Trying to eat

Off an Adam’s apple

And there are snakes in the trees

I can see them rattle

My sixteen’s pristine Sistine Chapel

Like Michelangelo

Pointing to the ceiling

I’m trying to get my heathen

Something to believe in

Kidnap the Pope

Hang him by his arms

Spit harder

Stigmata

Hit a nail through his heart

Say a prayer «???»

For another troubled life

Getting buck off the blood of Christ

Ain’t nothing nice

Lotta mercy

Guess that I ain’t worthy

I been sending prayers

But they ain’t never heard me

I could be your saviour

Listen to my sermon

Pass it round the plate for the service

Saying lotta mercy

Guessing I ain’t worthy

I been sending prayers

But they ain’t never heard me

I could be your saviour

But nothing isn’t certain

You gotta look inside for your purpose

Saying lotta mercy

Who is the G O D?

Is it you?

Or me?

Or the wind in the trees?

Or old Steve who lives in the street

That you walk past every day

As he asks you for change

He’s broken free

Or rich and a slave

To holy sinners

Begging to be saved

What a game

What a strange picture to paint

Bow down and confess

No answer ever came

No mercy