Organized Religion - Beautiful Eulogy, Joseph, Jackie Hill

This side of my face, makes a lot of mistakes

Ear hears what it wants, when it don’t it longs for the day

When it can’t, won’t, imitate, the fickle state of the grave

Grace on my ears, def' death, try’na raise up

Can’t, listen to friends with, bitterness in their lyrics

Wickedness try’na tempt with

Got a heart with a mind that don’t mind being wicked

So my heart tell my mind tell my ears better mind it’s business

Not a concept this is

Constant science of organized religion gotta listen if you wanna hear it

They say

Speak up boy, cat got your tongue

But I tend to play it dumb in an attempt to run from

Because when I speak, the heart leaks

And you get a brief peek deep inside to see where it comes from

Because here’s the deal, the tongue is small

But still it’s strong enough to curse or kill

Destroy or build, sink or steer a ship

Lift up a man, cause a person to trip, hurt or heal

Spouting and arousing, rabble-rousing

Sounding deep but drowning

Killing everyone around me

I need to put a muzzle on my mouth

To avoid everything coming out going south

I mock men, and patronize

Organize lies but it’s all disguised

My speech is pathetic, instead of religious rhetoric

God give me a better phonetic etiquette

Organize, organize, organize me

If You have my heart then You have every part of me

What I hear, what I say, what I feel, what I see

If You have my heart then You have every part of me

With these hands, I build or destroy

Become a doctor or a chef or possibly a corner boy

Who handle things, hand full of rings, neck full of chains

Might get jammed up or get handcuffed for throwing my hands for the set I claim

Could be a fist, or a finger in the middle of this circumference

But it’s all contingent on what my heart pumps into it

Could be a handshake, better yet man it could be a peace sign

Or it could be the middle of the night, flashing lights, police yelling can

they see my hands

Oh yes your Eye-ness, I will obey what you say and chase your craving

Eye was misbehaving, overdosed and choked I need the Eye-mlich

Eye candy ent-eye-cing it’s eye-cing on the cake

Whatever I see my eyes rate, if I’m unsatisfied I’m irate

Look down that’s when my eyes break, deep down I know my eyes are sick

Eye-dols in my heart, I stab myself in the back when my eyes pick

There’s a v-eye-ris in my iris, eye was blinded, close my eye lids

See my Savior laying down His righteous life and saying «eye forgive»

Organize, organize, organize me

If You have my heart then You have every part of me

What I hear, what I say, what I feel, what I see

If You have my heart then You have every part of me