String King from Unloose by Leighton Bright

[Verse 1]
I used to chop verses in the church and I cued it
In the background sound boards saw through it
If god set the levels it shouldn't be hard to move it
He can check the mic himself, I dare him to fucking (do it)

And I never heard the story of the ones that went away
Always allegory when in truth I had to light the way myself
Used to hate myself, congratulations you played yourself
Out of mental health, and living itself

Speak for yourself, your marriage not a testimony
Don’t believe the church is a bride, but she owe me alimony
I’m a pony up and stick a feather in your ceremony
Wearing weddings out, I call it yankee doodle matrimony

And I’m only getting started, my tongue is fire
Fighting gaslighting leaders, like your ways are not higher
I don’t need a choir to bring down the entire empire
You threw the gasoline I’m just spitting matches through the wire

I’m just trying to break’em free, make’em see
The refrains and mental chains of slavery, I disagree
With any preacher teaching our own defeat, I repeat
I don’t need a church to walk in victory, I’m complete

{Chorus]
And everybody sing, and everybody sing
Please, pull some strings for me
And everybody sing, and everybody sing
Please, pull some strings for me
And everybody sing, and everybody sing
Please, pull some strings for me
But you don’t have to crown a king and keep singing (do it for me)

[Verse 2]
The sound of white privilege is a city on a Hillsong
With no weapons forming against you y’all move along
The sight of the light has blinded you from seeing wrong
Overlooking others that suffer while singing god is strong

He is good when you got nothing yeah I know the deal
And he is hood when you are stunting and you wanna steal
Call him two-face but trinity g has more appeal
For the holy ghostface killer of the unhealed

The scales never really fell from your eyes
And your soul didn’t make bail, the jail was a lie
And they had me tracing trails like the truth was a prize
Didn’t find it in my youth, or a group, surprise

Put your hands up, its a hold up
If its only heaven or hell its not love its extortion
Tell it like it is with no message distortion
The passover plague was a drive-by abortion

Y’all can’t even get your story straight on what you hate
Is it sex, women and wine or just today? what you think?
You been cherry picking verses on your plate, just for bait
So I am dancing on your grave to desecrate and feeling great

{Chorus]
And everybody sing, and everybody sing
Please, pull some strings for me
And everybody sing, and everybody sing
Please, pull some strings for me
And everybody sing, and everybody sing
Please, pull some strings for me
But you don’t have to crown a king and keep singing (do it for me)

[Verse 3]
I was never savvy so I’ll gladly point it out
If everybody call him daddy he got issues pulling out
Your purse, but always say the universe reimburse
Unless you feeling worse, then put the first in reverse, you’re cursed

I might as well put the beat up in a hearse
Make it born again like it transcend the weekend and it hurt
Bass slapping every bible in the church with this verse
Praying that you deconvert, it gets worse, I disperse

All the reasons heathens like me had to leave
Its more than just a season of secrets and heresy
I know they think that I am the one thats being deceived
But I'm not the one hiding the pedo-priests up my sleeve

I’m not the one giving a teen low self esteem
I’m not the one that wouldn’t let some people on their team
Listen to me when I say that I was like you and believed
The dream that we were redeemed, when we were always living free

{Chorus]
And everybody sing, and everybody sing
Please, pull some strings for me
And everybody sing, and everybody sing
Please, pull some strings for me
And everybody sing, and everybody sing
Please, pull some strings for me
But you don’t have to crown a king and keep singing (do it for me)
(right now)

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