You can bet we got a scapegoat, so take note
Now, who filled these pot holes with these hot coals?

It's the tattoos
The bad news
The fast food
The gas fumes
The devil made me do it so I sing a sad tune
It's the apathy
The tragedy
The vanity
The man in me
The devil made me do it, it's a part of his strategy
It's dead-again Christians
It's the chapel's lies
The medicine prescriptions and the apple pies
The healthcare system
Lazin' in recliner chairs
Bein' a welfare victim while cravin' designer wear
It's gettin' caught often gazin' at forbidden fruit
Siftin' through toxic waste dumps for dumb "hidden truths"
It's the podcasts
Porn sites
Laws passed
Scorned sights
What God asks vs. your rights
Long chats on warm nights
My nights consist of two toothpicks in eyelids
Tuned in, transcribin' the blueprints of violence
It's slapstick
It's classic
It defines the music
It's the magic and we had it and I'm dyin' to use it
It's the static in the attic and a flyin' broomstick
It's the antics in the fabric with divine acoustics
They serve as the backdrop to the perfect pipe dream
It's dirt and crack rock that we serve with ice cream
Diluted light beams make life seem like a slow dance
But there's no romance and we have absolutely no chance
Of makin' the finite infinite
The skylight inhibits
Making the brain think and makin' the eyesight intricate
Yes, I'm a skeptic of ethics
I've kept medics breathless
He said it's a deathwish
Let it rest, I get it Hendrix
Castles made of sand?
Well I beg to differ
I'm an expert of life holdin' on to these kegs of liquor
So stop, pause for the cat scan
It seems Batman the problem is you were just dealt a bad hand
So go on vigilante you can try to kill the ante
But keep that mask on 'cause your face is filled with acne
We say "you can't catch me" but looks like God has
And this ain't just the odd class where we might not pass
This is life
This is life in a paradise
But that's what happens when we play like we don't care the price
You can bet we got a scapegoat, so take note
Now, who filled these pot holes with these hot coals?
Yeah, you know we got a scapegoat, take note
What's up with the hot coals in the pot holes, huh?

I'm missing my friends
They're twisting what's penned
No fixing
No mends
All risking their sense
I say raps as placemats for lost dogs and stray cats
I pray that you'll embrace facts of God's laws and make your way back
You once tried to earn stripes
Ain't it our God-given birthright to burn bright?
To work night and day for our faith and fellowships?
And the architects who place every single yellow brick?
So why leave this speech and jump in the deep-end?
We'd preach mid-week
Now you're drunk on the weekend
I know you're unique
Just like everyone else
But why look everywhere but up if you want to better yourself?
We ain't gonna repent except on our own accord
We have to grow for ourselves and fight our own wars
We can't blame anyone but us, no one
Though some go run and some grow numb we know what
Consume the rations we find
Can't keep our actions in line
Left God's compassion behind
What happened to our lives?
And what's to become of the way we live?
Change it

The door is wide open
Please come back home