Yeah... Uh... Hey... You used to call me family, remember? Now I'm the cautionary tale.[Intro] [Verse 1] I was front row, amen corner, hands raised, Bible highlighted, lost in the haze, Awana verses, youth camp fire, Told me doubt was the devil, a liar. Then I grew up, started using my brain, Started asking 'bout suffering, started asking 'bout pain, If He's love, why Hell? If He's good, why chains? Why the book contradict itself page to page? I brought you my questions in a trembling hand, You didn't say "let's talk" - you banned me, man. No conversation, just condemnation, Damnation from the congregation. Hey Christians, why'd you paint me with horns For questioning what I used to hold true? I was seeking honest, you declared war, Took a halo off that I never wore. Hey Christians, why'd you paint me with horns Just 'cause I asked what was actually true? I was in the pews, now I'm out the door, And y'all act like you never even knew me.[Hook] [Verse 2] Yeah, I know the scriptures you throwing at me, Judas, prodigal, apostasy, You got a verse for everything 'cept accountability, Got a sermon for love but you serving vanity. You preach forgiveness but you hold a grudge, You preach don't judge but you love to judge, You say come as you are, that's a lie though, You mean come as we tell you to come though. [Verse 3 - The Gangster Diss] Okay, let's get gangster, let's get gutter, You holy rollers turned stone-cold cutters, Talk peace but you move like mobsters, Pray for me publicly, then you gossip in clusters. You think you hard? You in a soft crew, Matching tees, parking lot, church view, You ain't never been outside, you ain't never been through, You just repeat what your pastor told you. Big cross chain, but your heart bankrupt, Tithes in the plate while the poor get no thanks, Building bigger buildings while the city sank, You selling holy water but it's poison in the tank. You call me fallen? Look at who fell off, You traded love for a power trip, bossed up, You want loyalty like a gang, sign in blood, But I ain't signing nothing that I can't question, cuz. You paint me demon 'cause I'm hard to control, 'Cause I think free, 'cause I got my own soul, But your pulpit pimping, that's the oldest hustle, Using fear as muscle, man, that's not muscle. [Bridge - Slow] I ain't mad at Jesus, I ain't mad at the cross, I'm mad you used Him to justify loss, To justify shunning your own kin, Calling it love while you committing sin. If your God is real, He can handle my doubt, He don't need you to take me out, He don't need a hit job, He don't need horns, He just needs truth - something you scorn. [Verse 4] So let me wear it. Yeah, let me wear it proud, The horns, the tail, the black cloud, You made a costume, I'll make it fashion, Turned your slander into passion. I'm free out here, air hits different, No more walking on eggshells, no more distance, Between my mind and what I'm allowed to say, I say what I want now, every day. [Hook - Full Choir] Hey Christians, why'd you paint me with horns For questioning what I used to hold true? I asked one question, you declared war, Took a halo off me that I never wore. Hey Christians, why'd you paint me with horns When all I did was seek what was true? I was your brother, now I'm out the door, But I'm still standing, can't kill me though. [Outro - Spoken over beat fade] Yeah. So keep the painting. I'm good with the horns. At least they're honest. Peace.
