We met at midnight Breakin bread on the concrete Saying prayers for our brother... Forgive them Father for they know not what they do- Conversing in the trap Transverse notes tuned to the tap Of our heartbeats as we prepared for the preparation... The separation of church and saints....who are our followers? You betta call Tyrone and ask him about the building funds caked up in his nares Forget about the stares they're here for a refund They're voting NO to decision friend or foe They already know the Wolf- He sits in the high seat passing out cookies before he defeats the feat of a battle that couldn't be won Our thinking is done It's time to move in on the discussion The repercussions are disgusting The smell is pugnant We didn't come up with the funds yet Can we change the subject? A bail of hay and 3 coins is all we have Tyrone was fiendin..... Then we watched his head hit the floor Whose gonna lead us now???