Big Business

What began in the spirit
 I fleshed out in analytics
 And mimicked his voice until
 I wasn't sure I could actually hear it.
 The comparisons were subtle pivots
 Compared to more pivotal problems
 But that was the problem
 And the comparisons didn't solve them
 I missed the trees for the forest that dominated my vision
 Shifted pyramidal positions into a schema that fit my religion
 Each schism was a small price to pay for the mission
 But I just couldn't convince the critics to listen.
 Listen, every decision is infinite
 Every compounding incision thickens the cut that started it
 When I started tip-toeing with the lusts of the flesh
 I thought it was love
 And it became exactly that
 Hand in hand
 Dancing in the way of the dragon
 Heart of man still convinced it was the way of the lamb
 And I didn't realize that I had abandoned the path
 Until I finally glanced down at my own two feet
 And had the thought that
 Even wolves can learn to bleat like sheep
 Of course it's all selfish ambition and vain conceit
 Of course I want you to raise your hands and worship me
 Of course notoriety became the centerpiece
 As my pride continues to believe itself to be
 The praise of God
 Behind liturgy like a smoke screen
 We bow down to money and the powers that be
 And treat one another like competing teams
 Functioning hierarchically and calling the winnings gospel
 And Jesus, indeed, seems to read like a sword
 That cuts through the family
 But he still brings peace to the wealthy though
 It's dismissible
 I can simply close my eyes
 To the way that salvation became so closely tied
 To domination like the way that
 God became a literal Trump card
 Okay
 So we joined the ranks of a disenfranchised generation
 The counselor called it a combination
 Of coming of age and brainwashing
 That repeatedly capitulates itself
 To a posture of self-hate and blame and
 Spirals inward on its own cliche
 There
 The naïveté is so easy to manipulate
 You simply call power blessing and
 Excommunicate whomever stands in the way
 What changed
 I've seen things just stay the same, man
 They'll find a way in
 One day, men
 Will use the Name's insurance claim to get paid off of entertainment
 Don't take even one of the layman
 Send a raven
 Now empty your savings
 Keep donating in payments to build this shelter in time of storm
 No one can clap back
 If Noah didn't open them doors
 I guess you can have that, but
 Hurricane Hashtag
 Sow seed, proceed, Osteen
 Both seen shelters before
 Ain't that where the tax at?
 A Garrett Morgan is more than just a metaphor
 Of a black and a uniform to go to war with
 And a random fact that the black invented the gas mask
 I'll bet that color matters to a bank account getting fatter
 When it's re(a)d to the black on the cash app
 A hypocritical separation of church and the state
 Look! His pastor's posing with opposing politicians on Facebook
 And I heard it's getting worse
 Gotta put a curse in the verse
 They'll get passed that
 When they realize his worships working perfect to back that A$CAP