Act II, scene 3 - No.40 Air. First Harlot "Beneath the vine, or fig-tree's shade"

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I said walk wit Jesus Walkin in my freedom Talkin like a leader Everytime da weeks up Get back on my feeta Laid out on a beach chair Its ok to ease up Little time for leisure I enjoy my life but If i get too cozy Ill blow up my light bulb Then the world wont see Trample over cold feet Then im good for nothing but Rappin over cold beats Man there goes another one! Tryna make friends with the A list Becomin preoccupied with my paycheck Sorta like i play chess Caught up in da matrix Had a bigger heart when i was workin down at payless Now i get board meetings Rather make record deals Set up in a board meeting Talk about record sales Now on a tour to keep money on my credit cards If i lose focus on Jesus then i'm better off! Bein cursed I dont think that we're alert When we only read the verses wrote in our church! But dats da gospel industry Travel in dat culture What happened to the ministry Man its gettin so stale Recyclin the same songs for fear dat it wont sell Therefore we wont tell a sinner that they'll go to hell Goin to da workshops Creepin into hotels (shhhhhhhh) If you dont say a word then i wont tell A futile king james just indescretion grow stale Cover it up with fig leaves Then im just a fig tree