Letters (Clean)

Letters (Clean) - Chance the Rapper

Lyrics by：Chancelor Bennett/Dwayne Verner Jr./Dexter Coleman/Peter Wilkins/Nico Segal/Darryl Howell/Rachel Robinson

Composed by：Chancelor Bennett/Dwayne Verner Jr./Dexter Coleman/Peter Wilkins/Nico Segal/Darryl Howell/Rachel Robinson

Produced by：Dwayne Verner Jr., Peter CottonTale, Nico Segal, DEXLVL, Darryl "Lil Man" Howell

Dear Emerald Avenue Church of God

I hope this message reach you well

I wrote this with a broken heart

See recently my Aunty Carolyn passed away

And half the way to the funeral

I realized this it's some **** that just gon have to say

You think you outlasted

That wasn't just my Aunty in that casket

You just buried KOK and Sunday schooling classes

The only saint you see on every Sunday season passes

Somebody need they ass kicked

Who told you your gossip could be louder than your shout?

Who told you to walk inside this house like it's your house?

Who lied to you told you I wouldn't have nothin to say?

You think I won't

Man don't even trip

I'm on the way

I'm on my way

I'm on my way

I'm on my way

I'll be there soon

(I'm on the way)

I'm on my way

(I'm on the way)

I'm on my way

(I'm on the way)

I'm on my way

(I'm on the way)

(I'm on the way)

Dear mega church

I hope this letter finds you before I do

Fund a new building to hide you

I'll still be behind you

Elaborate theatrics to blind you

Nickel and dime you

But I knew

I've watched you worship idols

Branded Bibles

Sell it for double

Brandish rifles

Curse and libel

Withhold shelter from for survival

First Lady's walking around with fur and titles

Watch you spit in a man's face and call it God

But when it's really on your dogma

It's Silent Bob

You just take them government checks

And smile and nod

I rebuke you in the name of Child of God

I boil a pot of Living Water til it's scalding hot

And pour it on the altar of the false fallen gods

That means the church and the state

I'm here to separate

Y'all think I'm finna play with it

Matter fact

I'm on my way

I'm on my way

I'm on my way

I'm on my way

I'll be there soon

(I'm on the way)

I'm on my way

(I'm on the way)

I'm on my way

(I'm on the way)

I'm on my way

(I'm on the way)

(I'm on the way)

(I'm on the way)

Dear Black church

This is the real world

Don't you forget about them four little girls

Killed in the church while they played in the nursery

Four Sundays ago with their anniversary

Jesus was a teacher

King was a preacher

Malcom was a PK

And so was Aretha

I say a little prayer when my hand on my heater

You reachin and I'm slaying your your ear like I'm Peter

Don't lay down now when you know that we at war

Don't lay down now when there's fire at your door

Don't lay down now when you know that they should feel a noose

Know it ain't **** to lynch a Dylann Roof

Instead you let the killer loose

And kick out folks that you can't handle

Find more money

Try to hide more scandals

That light glow from the mob is not more candles

These is torches to burn it d

Matter of a fact you gon see

We on our way

We on our way

Let these words be said in love

(Be there soon)

(I'm on my way)

That the truth will set you free

(I'm on my way)

(I'm on my way)

Take the log from out my eye

Set fire to the tree

When the empire falls

And the Kingdom stands tall

Let em bow on bended knee

Saying word to them all

Dear Body

Bruised and broke Body

Abused confused and soaked Body

The light of His eye

The love in His hands

The one that got His love in advance

The love of His life

The covenant stands

The body

The nobodies

The ones that went back in search of more bodies

The ones that placed coins and mourned and washed feet

Ones that watched all the lil bodies that lost all heat

The body

His child

His pride

His joy

If I have no words my sword my voice

I write to you with tattooed tears and heavy shoulders

An angel with his hand on his hip the gun holstered

What is violence if not silence

So sling that rock and slay that giant

Slow load that glock

Kill that tyrant

So sing that song

We sing that harmony

A hum of a hymn touch the hem of his garment

A young drummer boy did a stint in the army

A rum-pa-pa-pum til the walls come crumbling

Strung up on wood but the sun comes in morning

Dear Body

Protect the body

"Who's all coming?"

"Just everybody"

Line those dots

Connect everybody

Love

Chance

P.S.

Bless everybody