[Intro] (soft choir pads, church bell echo) Yeah… bless the sinners, bless the coin. He prays by day — runs the city by night. [Verse 1] Silk robes, gold chains, cross on his chest, Speaks of heaven, but he runs the west. Got monks movin’ silver under candlelight, Confession booth deals every Friday night. Holy wine, but it’s blood in the cup, Faith is a business, keep the prices up. Choir boys hummin’, pockets full of grace, A halo hides a crooked face. [Pre-Chorus] Incense smoke, hides the flame, Everyone’s guilty in the Bishop’s game. [Chorus] The Bishop’s game, where mercy’s sold, Blessed by sin, anointed in gold. Every prayer’s got a price you pay, In the Bishop’s game, that’s how you pray. [Verse 2] Scrolls full of secrets, ink still wet, He forgives the debts they ain’t paid yet. Knight in the corner, counting his share, Even saints gotta breathe that air. Whispers in Latin, deals in the dark, Faith got fangs and it leaves a mark. He says “repent,” then he signs your name, Got a ledger thicker than the Book of James. [Pre-Chorus] No light without the flame, Heaven’s doors know his name. [Chorus] The Bishop’s game, where mercy’s sold, Blessed by sin, anointed in gold. Every prayer’s got a price you pay, In the Bishop’s game, that’s how you pray. [Bridge] (choir swell, harp with bass beat) Got angels singin’ through the smoke and haze, Silver tongues lead the lost astray. Every sinner’s just part of the plan, Kiss the ring, you’ll understand. [Outro] (church bells fade, gentle beat continues) Forgive me father — I learned your ways. Gold buys grace in the Bishop’s game.
