Jim the barsmith - Church Mr Proverbs lyrics

I see the news reporters outside my window coming up to discuss sum thin/ Look at me and label me the crook of this situation/ I pray to GOD to save my soul like cash in the bank/ Radical in my beliefs a raw sabbatical sanctified with dreams/ Inflated ideas and deflated inflammation of rules by society/ Forgive my ways, shift to a faster pace, and bless my case/ Ethical stimulation fiscal stipulation mental manipulation/ Sustained judgements constrained desertions ann drained insertions/ An arrow piercing my flesh settling for nothing/