Mr. J Medeiros - Holy Toast lyrics

In people without religion In steeples crowded with pigeons In visions of evil Through the key hole out of the prison Without a decision, fishing, in a father that listens In a tower, around a collar, in Obama's position For the power, dollars, division, and the honor it's given In a martyr, in women, in Shawn Carter, in all children Shrouded in Turin Burning in shrubs, learning to love, rounding a turban On the curb, in the club with a bourbon and drunk In sermons, in a permanent slump determined to flunk As a vermin making earnings from trunks Serving the junks Cus I need Him most, bleeding on the cement In a sea of demons- beaming Being treated with a chemo dose Seated with a vino within a scene of latinos He was seen hosting a feast in His medieval clothes Cleaning all our feet with soap, speaking to ghosts Leading a pope, beaten and broke Even on a piece of toast And He the most eating with the least In a fetus, in a golden fleece Meeting with the chief, with elitists In a genius, when that athlete was defeated In the math, in an atom blast, every time my team wins To hide a lie and to achieve spins For me to be idolized, on a drive, for my own reasons Because they tell me it's a lesson in our rebirth Because in hell our breath burns and our knees hurt Because we know He knelt with lepers and freed serfs Because it helps sell records and t-shirts Books, hats, stickers, sweaters, and knee skirts And in good, bad, and indifferent weather I see works In the hood tatted, with little help from the priest circuit In the woods, mad at belief, and a tree serpent And where the church is, and the worst is These surface statements lead'em to a basement where they hurt kids Sure did, burning the earth, cursed, learning to surf First, with a thirst, and this myrrh He was bursting from a nova, surfacing from a coma Said the person who rolled up cursing his melanoma When I was worthy to no one and now I'm worthy to know Him With iron sharpening iron with fire, lions, and sultans Admired, tired, with liars, with friars, choirs exalting And now I'm revolting, as a squire, high in the vaulted ceilings In kneeling, bent in a tent begging for healing Wheeling and dealing, begging for rent, ain't that appealing At least's that's what he said before his hands started feeling So the yeast ain't in my bread to recall the land I am free from And He is just one and He's all three Calling me to give some love to teens with palsy As seen on TV, we sing till all free As seen with three Kings, so bring some offerings Think Is it a cult of personality A cultural excursion, multiverse, a formality The bulk of all our worth a sullied earth an abnormality A skull for every version a person who pa**es casually Calloused at birth an Alice in search of causality Plausible audible now are all called applaudable Shouting like Roland Orzabal will all fall like quarters in ears If you doubting the magician is here Listen if you can hear to the heart of it all To the subtle consciousness that has started it all To the chart on the wall even to the art of the fall Reaching to the bark was the arch of it all Reaching to the bark was the arch of it all Reaching to the bark was the arch of it all Reaching to the bark was the arch of it all