Once in awhile you dream of bluer clouds.
You turn your head far as you can from the South.
Where people choose a blind eye,
To anything that don't apply to them, or their friends.
Just far enough out of sight.
So riddle me this make it make sense,
Why you preach on the streets in the name of Jesus.
But every Monday you reset,
Open doors for the devil in your actions.
I promise you if God's watching,
Your silence won't get you to Heaven.
Silence won't get you to Heaven,
Silence won't get you to Heaven.
Speak up for those who need a voice or hand,
Even when you don't see yourself in them.
Tests of your soul come into question,
When you deny a neighbor your heart cause their skin
Is dark,
A man's heart ain't determined based on your reflection.
So riddle me this make it make sense,
Why you preach on the streets in the name of Jesus.
But every Monday you reset,
Open doors for the devil in your actions.
I promise you if God's watching,
Your silence won't get you to Heaven.
Silence won't get you to Heaven,
Silence won't get you to Heaven.