No No more King No more Sheep to Sing There’s a lotta flies in here Cuz there’s a lotta guys in here Who actin like they already dead Been brrrrraaaa in tha head And I ain’t here to preach to ya I’m takin this time to teach ya to Get yo ass outta tha pit in tha ground Lift yourself outta that hole that you found Dug by some guy who sounded profound He said that he’d save ya Said if you came on Sunday and prayed Put yo ten percent in the basket he gave ya Instead, the whole time he’s been diggin yo grave Book in tha hand, but He never read it Only pretended, believe cuz he said it No No more King No more Sheep to Sing Every week he stands on high on tha pulpit You hear the gospel, singin’ tha songs Wasn’t too hard got you to follow along A guy in a dress and a fuhkin ridiculous hat Only the sheep follow shepherds like that Only the weak need a man on a stand with a brand Only the meek feel that they didn’t earn To speak words that they weren’t educated to learn To trust voices that say give us money to burn On the lights and the livestream, JETSTREAM if they big enough Pray that the day never come when enough of ya Take off yo blinders see what’s inside ya No No more King No more Sheep to Sing Rich Spirit indeed Yo spirit ain’t rich unless it is decreed They spendin yo lives and it should be a crime All of tha time you be wastin is violence Actin like zombies with hands tied togetha Hoping and prayin for someone to save ya A god a priest a preacher a king A doctor a lawyer, hell you’d take a queen As long as they take the bad feelins away But a man in a dress can never replace All the work that it takes for self-reflection All the effort you need to change the direction Your life on this earth is headed As sheep following the blind shepherd No No more king (king) No more sheep to sing (sing) Time to open your eyes Read the words fo yo self, see the lies Decide for yo self how you gonna live Every day what you do is what you give Stop the rest of the flock runnin off the cliff There’s still a chance for us to turn this around But we can’t do it while we still tryin to drown In the liquor and drugs, the baptismal pool Our whole lives we’ve been treated like fools No more, no more, here we stand today We’ll stand on our own feet, no need to pray No more king No more sheep to sing
