Well, it's Friday night and I'm going to church,
I ain't no nerd, but I love the word,
So feed me, feed me because I'm starving,
Me and G, Noelle and Marvin,
Hopped in the truck, and gassed it up,
Went to the sanctuary to see what's happening,
I brung the tracks,
Yo, why'd you bring the tracks?
In case some brothers wanna hear some rap,
Because I'm always down with rapping the word, especially for those who have not heard,
Well anyway, man, I walk inside, all of the homeboys get high-fives,
Sat down and the worship was grooving, and the Spirit was definitely moving,
And the word came, didn't it? Right,
Some people even gave their lives tonight,
So ah, don't tell me this ain't the place to be,
Yo, kick in the boys, homie.
To get to church, to get to church,
To get to church, to get to church.
Well, here comes Sunday, and I was up late Saturday,
So a demon started whispering to me, talking about, "Stay in bed and get some rest", But I wasn't even gonna yield to this,
So I got up, washed my face, brushed my teeth with Crest so my breath would smell fresh, took a quick shower, and you know what's next,
Clothes hunt, bet,
Man, I walk in the room and looked around, and all of my clothes was on the ground,
I said, "I can't go",
Why can't you go?
Because at church it's a fashion show,
Or so they say, but I ain't giving no dims, 'cause that's a lie from the D, E, M, O, N,
So I grabbed my sweater, my 501 jeans, threw on some smell-good, combed my hair,
About ten minutes, I was outta there,
Got to the church and the power was slamming,
Yo, Sup, what was that jam they was jamming?
Jesus is mine, yeah,
I walked in just in time to claim a seat, and hear those pastors chucking his brothers, Just tore it up,
He was speaking out indemnity and it was really getting to me, because I need M, Y, L, I, F, E to make me S, T, R, O, N, G, E, R,
I'm not trying to front, I'm not ??,
I need work, and that's why I was at church,
Spending my time, but it flew so quick,
Talking about adult service, this was it,
But after it was over, the normal plan,
I was looking forward to eating all you can,
Noelle, Marvin, Dennis and G, I, myself and poetic me,
God blessed, we did the rest,
Sat at the table and reminisced about the word that we had heard,
Yo, was it whack?
Heck no, Jack,
And I can't wait 'til Sunday rolls back.
To get to church, to get to church,
To get to church, to get to church.
'Cause Sunday is the one day that I'm ready to go,
Wake up listening to the gospel morning radio show,
It's spiritual warfare so these demons start to fight, but I recite the scripture that I memorised last night,
So I throw on my clothes, my code, my cape, my skate,
Soap and scoldies used to wash my face,
Rush to the kitchen, without time to spare,
Scramble up some breakfast, and I'm outta there,
Grap the keys, shut the door, and I walk of too,
Oops, I forgot, "Mum, I love you",
Bam, I get to church just in time,
Don't have to find a parking spot, or wait in line,
Because my car is always parked about a block away, while a friend saves me a seat every Sunday,
When I get there they're always finishing this song,
It's just about the start of the one hundred songs,
So I sit down the back and receive the word, then I get Spirit filled from what I just heard,
It's meat on the bones, the tone,
I gotta take it home, take a break, buy the tape, and wait 'til I'm all alone,
So I can play back, apply it and write that notes and quotes in hopes of the right track,
So I can live every other day OK,
Hey, I can't wait for Sunday.
To get to church, to get to church,
To get to church, to get to church,
To get to church, to get to church,
To get to church, to get to church,
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