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Pastors do your job please

Don’t let up don’t ease

Up on me

I falls too easily

I fall privy

To the trivia-a

That I can’t win

Preach to me

Preach me out of my sin



Call service anything

I gots to stay in church

Too much time

Too much wine

Too much playing

I am just saying

I needs all I can get

Please don’t ever think

That we don’t preciate it.

When I feel like sipping and slipping up

Its those old sermons that

I burp up

That aftertaste still in my mouth

That spits outta my lips

I trip over those words

Before I make a big gorge

Preach pastor, preach that word

Cause I needs all I can get

Lay hands on me

Cause I can see

all six of your hands

dripping with that oil

made to spoil

destroying the tight coil

on my neck

as you plaster me with a

hoaaah!

I’ll get delivered

From the sleuth

Been on my back

From my youth

That’s right pastor

You’s on the right track

Preach that word

Don’t be slack.

What’s that

You got’s another pointment

Could you right quick

Hit me up with that nointment