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Shedding tears, uttering his name,

punching my chest, raising my hands,

asking for forgiveness,

saying my sins I wont execute them again,

every Sunday you find me on first row,

donate plate comes around,

reach for a 20 to give back to his home,

I then can be seeing as a man of good,



ha ha ha sorry this is not me,

this form of hypocrisy is not portrait in my personality,

why shed tears and bang your chest,

if as you step out the sacred home,

mind is taunt with lust,

whats the punches for if you steal and have violent outburst, 20 you donate and make sure all of your surroundings saw, would not open the gates of heaven,

same people in thought are good,

the ones living in nice homes,

brand new cars,

the home once sacred now is a business,



faith is only within,

I sit at home when darkness makes its presence,

I only utter the same words,

save me from my evil lord,

apologized for my sins,

but you know I cant stop

is probable I do them once again ,

but i do talk to you from the heart,

dont need to shed tears,

smile cause you provided me with another day,

dont hit my chest ask for forgiveness,

I kneel to you and ready for my punishment,

am not always at your home,

but in mind and heart you know I keep you strong,

forgive me for my sins,

if the gates are close for me,

at least you know I am not involved in no hypocrisy  

-che