Listen can I do a diddle (yea) I got something on my mind can I talk a little (yea) El Shaddai never looking at your tig ol bittle (ooo) I ain't really tryna play that monkey in the middle here's a riddle How does it happen that every Sabbath the Usual inhabitants of church is the same color? And how does it happen that all the clapping and toe tappin' Usually correlated to racial demographic? Why is it that we seem to have worship in different colors When we got the same father and all brothers? And I gotta ask cause I be tripping off the separation That love radio will change it to a different station that's real Love is a strange verb A pigeon and a dove is the same bird Still looking for the same word Fly fly fly fly Fly fly fly fly Fly fly fly fly Fly fly fly fly Fly fly to the same sky Yo, clap clap we on it Birds flipping again flap flap the feathers All over the place but the fact fact is that No matter the other color we one with each other Cause the church fan got a white messiah on it (hmm) The church pews gotta have a choir don't it (hmm) The good book gotta be in King James But a black man gotta be the writer for it (hmm) Maybe it's the organ, maybe I ain't gotta Give back and my prayers what's paying the mortgage Or maybe ill be a light when it's charged up So until then ima stand waiting to forfeit Birds of feather supposed to flock together Whether in the sky or the one-way transit The curb or the burbs the body broke both ways So we can share the same subway sandwich