A slap on Sunday mornin’

Smells of grits and eggs lingering on Sunday dresses

Suffocating stench of hot grease from Saturday night presses

Steppin’ sharply into his house

Perfume reekin’ havoc because your suit is doused

Improper styles of life toted in your breast pocket and purse

Night before weren’t using words of holy verse

In da club vibratin’ and hard breathin’

But you woke up early this mornin’

Knowin’ you a heathen

"Oooh, Lord I’m catchin the spirit"

"The holy ghost, Jesus, I feel it"

Fainting, Passed out

Like you righteous and devout

"Pastor the lord has touched me today"

Just got back at 4 this morning

From a roll in the hay

I guess no one told you offerings don’t eliminate sin

Cuz only if they knew last night where you’d been

Bragging to your friends "Oh, my kids go to Sunday school"

Silently praying "Lord use me as your tool"

O.K wait, let me be wordly 6 days out the week

Then on Sunday, "Your day" Your word I will seek

Let me holler and shout and call on your name

But don’t let it interfere with "my thang"

I guess I can pay my tithes today

So I can put any future sinnin’ on lay-away

Cursin’, drankin’, provocative dress

"It’s o.k. cuz tonight I’ll ask for forgiveness"

"Uhhh Uhhh I know they ain’t looking at me"

"Hmmm they can’t judge me unless they sin free"

"God know I ain’t perfect"

"I do the best I can"

"I go to church on Sunday and"

Shout "Hallelujah and Amen"

"So he that is without sin cast the first stone"

Ohh, no sister that’s where you wrong

Maybe if you keep saying that in your head the pieces might fit

When you say it enough your brain might start to believe it

Let me explain, just because I’m not perfect and wrongdoing free

Does not obstruct my view and what I see

Because "Hypocrite" is not a plausible trait

If you gon’ testify live your life straight

It ain’t the thang to come to church

and in the choir sang

Do that make you feel like you reimbursin’?

This perpetuated lie you keep rehearsin’

Stop hollering about comin to church

1 day out the week

But Monday through Saturday you a freak

Nowadays some church folk is just like the rest

Lil do they know they failing the same test

Just because you show up

To praise and repent

Don’t mean heaven is the place you’ll be sent

Some of ya’ll is doing more than worldly people out in the street

But think your exempt cause you warm the pew seat

And always the ones to break they neck first

To ask if next Sunday you comin’ to church