Jesus In A Plastic Bottle

Jesus In A Plastic Bottle

 

I love Amerikkka it’s the land of the free                              

Never mind genocide and chattel slavery                              

God is smiling giving us two big thumbs up                         

Hey darling get beer it’s time to fill the cup

 

I’ll have Jesus in a plastic bottle

With a little Plato and Aristotle

Put the spaceship full throttle

I’ll have Jesus in a plastic bottle

 

Remember that Jesus turned water into wine

So Saturday night drinking is simply divine

Thou shall not kill that means abortion is wrong

War and the death penalty’s a different song

 

I’ll have Jesus in a plastic bottle

With a little Plato and Aristotle

Put the spaceship full throttle

I’ll have Jesus in a plastic bottle

 

The good reverend speaks to God one on one

He’s downstairs with the choir girls having some fun

Them priests like the chief seats at the feasts for sure

Here come the altar boys I bet they’re gonna score

 

I’ll have Jesus in a plastic bottle

With a little Plato and Aristotle

Put the spaceship full throttle

I’ll have Jesus in a plastic bottle

 

I read the Bible and tore out all the passages that weren’t right

Don’t judge me but I’ll be telling you your sins with delight

Let’s hate everybody who’s got the mark of Cain

Love your enemy that sounds like your totally insane

 

God bless the poor souls but keep them in the hood

I may not be a perfect ten but still I’m good

Accept Jesus into your heart say that prayer

Then you can sin time and time again without care

 

I’ll have Jesus in a plastic bottle

With a little Plato and Aristotle

Put the spaceship full throttle

I’ll have Jesus in a plastic bottle 

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Mammy

 Mammy

Mother wasn’t always old

Wide eyed children aglow

How could they know

Unless they are told

Husshhhhhh and listen

To our wisdom

See Momma’s face dark as night

Your skin paler, more white

 

You see momma was once a slave

She had to behave

Or the mastah would kill

Either way

They say

He would have his will

 

Victorian queen frigid as snow

It won’t hurt what she don’t know

Besides why would the princess care

If she was aware

The fine Methodist preacher does declare

Africans are animals in despair

So mastah having a little fun

Wouldn’t hurt anyone

And if Mommy would speak

Mastah wouldn’t turn the other cheek

Death on the whipping post

A deed most

Cruel

But to those that rule

At that time

It wasn’t even a crime

 

So momma didn’t even utter a single breath

For fear of death

She just laid it upon God on high

In a silent cry

Why God, oh why?!!?

The torture and pain

The guilt driving her insane

A dirty feeling never to be clean

His curses cold his compliments obscene

The sick smile upon his lips

The pain between her hips

Dejection

And then rejection

From Momma’s real man

Unable, refusing to understand

 

Momma did the best she could

See children, from evil came good

Have no fear

Momma loves you dear

Cept every day when she sees your eyes blue

It cuts as if raped anew

But Jesus never done no sin

And look what they did to him

My God, My God why have you forsaken me?

Momma understands that totally

Too well

All the truths of hell

But there’s victory, have no fear

In the one who can hear

Words that have never been uttered

For the heart is discovered

And Momma’s heart is devoted to her children

After all we’re all conceived in sin

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Mammy

Mammy

 

 

Mother wasn’t always old

Wide eyed children aglow

How could they know

Unless they are told

Husshhhhhh and listen

To our wisdom

See Momma’s face dark as night

Your skin paler, more white

 

You see momma was once a slave

She had to behave

Or the mastah would kill

Either way

They say

He would have his will

 

Victorian queen frigid as snow

It won’t hurt what she don’t know

Besides why would the princess care

If she was aware

The fine Methodist preacher does declare

Africans are animals in despair

So mastah having a little fun

Wouldn’t hurt anyone

And if Mommy would speak

Mastah wouldn’t turn the other cheek

Death on the whipping post

A deed most

Cruel

But to those that rule

At that time

It wasn’t even a crime

 

So momma didn’t even utter a single breath

For fear of death

She just laid it upon God on high

In a silent cry

Why God, oh why?!!?

The torture and pain

The guilt driving her insane

A dirty feeling never to be clean

His curses cold his compliments obscene

The sick smile upon his lips

The pain between her hips

Dejection

And then rejection

From Momma’s real man

Unable, refusing to understand

 

Momma did the best she could

See children, from evil came good

Have no fear

Momma loves you dear

Cept every day when she sees your eyes blue

It cuts as if raped anew

But Jesus never done no sin

And look what they did to him

My God, My God why have you forsaken me?

Momma understands that totally

Too well

All the truths of hell

But there’s victory, have no fear

In the one who can hear

Words that have never been uttered

For the heart is discovered

And Momma’s heart is devoted to her children

After all we’re all conceived in sin 

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