Esham – Sell Me Yo Soul lyrics

Sell
me yo soul(11x) I
was born a slave and, I'm still a slave Just,
because I misbehaved And.
you mutha fuckas still tryin' to calm me down When,
the priest stole your money and he skipped town When.
you went to church you, said your soul was sold In,
God we trust you, gave the priest your bank roll You.
sold your soul to a man talkin' about God Give,
him money so he can pay his rent and, that's odd But.
he don't stay in the ghetto but, yet you do So,
are you fuckin' him or, is he fuckin' you Give?
me your money says the man in the white collar Praise,
the lord as, he hollas takin' all the dollas This.
ain't blasphemy or sacri-religion It's,
just a brotha tellin' you how it is And,
I'ma tell this priest rippin', off my people as the story is told Sell,
me yo' soul This
ain't Hellen Keller so how can you hear me I,
once saw a priest make a blind woman see Or.
was it that the woman was never blind and, he was lyin' I'm,
here to tell ya that the priest was out his mind He.
made a lady get out her wheel chair and walk He'll,
say abra cabdabra and the mute man will talk Then.
he'll pass the plate while your mind is in a mental state Changin',
up the words in the Bible so you'll think it's great Little.
do you know the Father's robbin' you blind 'cause,
he know you don't know God, is the state of lien' Your.
praisin' the priest instead of praisin' the Lord And,
Sunday is pay day for him 'cause, that's what he's there for Give.
me your money quarters, and dimes and pennies Whatever,
you got he'll, take it 'cause, he'll take anything And.
you wonder why he drive a Cadillac in gold 'cause,
you're selling your soul The.
priest is just jackin' so how can you bust him He?
don't pay taxes so, how can you trust him Look?
at Tammy and Jimmy Baker The,
mother fucker was a fuckin' liar a, fuckin' faker Takin'.
your money and stone cold bankin' Dead,
bodies stacked up and, stankin' Just.
a fucked up way to be All,
you mutha fuckas out here poisonin' soceity And.
you say thou, shall not steal When,
you fuckin' go get a new Cadilac Seville And.
when you take off that black dress You,
got a brand new silk suit cleaned, and pressed I.
rest my case 'cause, a preacher can't tell me shit he, don't see race And.
I'ma say this shit coast to coast You's,
a goddamn liar if you say you caught the Holy Ghost Some.
have as the story is told But,
if you have then, sell me yo soul