1/ 30″Ugh”

Denying you stole the keys, you found the lock and jammed it

Took over rock and called it bandwidth

We strum to a new Anansi

Our hands where your eyes can see

Shot at when we pander

Some are quick to shout peace God!

Yet when you prey, nobody has the answers.

Increase your debt when you contact us.

Yet claim bonuses for being contact less.

Pocket pastors with presents

Offering plates hasn’t passed us.

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