Listen can I do a diddle (yea)
I got something on my mind can I talk a little (yea)
El Shaddai never looking at your tig ol bittle (ooo)
I ain't really tryna play that monkey in the middle here's a riddle
How does it happen that every Sabbath the
Usual inhabitants of church is the same color?
And how does it happen that all the clapping and toe tappin'
Usually correlated to racial demographic?
Why is it that we seem to have worship in different colors
When we got the same father and all brothers?
And I gotta ask cause I be tripping off the separation
That love radio will change it to a different station that's real
Love is a strange verb
A pigeon and a dove is the same bird
Still looking for the same word
Fly fly fly fly
Fly fly fly fly
Fly fly fly fly
Fly fly fly fly
Fly fly to the same sky
Yo, clap clap we on it
Birds flipping again flap flap the feathers
All over the place but the fact fact is that
No matter the other color we one with each other
Cause the church fan got a white messiah on it (hmm)
The church pews gotta have a choir don't it (hmm)
The good book gotta be in King James
But a black man gotta be the writer for it (hmm)
Maybe it's the organ, maybe I ain't gotta
Give back and my prayers what's paying the mortgage
Or maybe ill be a light when it's charged up
So until then ima stand waiting to forfeit
Birds of feather supposed to flock together
Whether in the sky or the one-way transit
The curb or the burbs the body broke both ways
So we can share the same subway sandwich