All these politics, checking off the list Religious hypocrites tryna sell me on the doctrine Tryna sell me something for my soul Tryna sell me something for my soul, nah Firey-eyed brimstone teachers tryna tell me something different But I ain't gon' listen, no-oh I'ma start my own religion I'ma start my own religion I got roses growing in my backyard Every soul that's lost is a tear from God And I'm hopeful that one day we'll see Every wall we've built will crumble All the benefits that the richer people get Is the poor get poor and the wealthy get rich, no I don't think it makes a difference Chrome or diamond, real or fiction As the TV switches and the saleman gives you pictures All the strolling gives you twitches but you know there's something different I ain't feel like you're the one that's in control But are you really in control? I got roses growing in my backyard Every soul that's lost is a tear from God And I'm hopeful that one day we'll see Every wall we've built will crumble I got roses Mmm Growing in my backyard In my backyard Every soul that's lost Every soul that's lost Is a tear from God Is a tear from God And I'm hopeful Oh-woah That one day we'll see Every wall we've built Every wall we've built Will crumble Crumble, crumble I got roses I got roses Growing in my backyard Every soul that's lost Ohh Is a tear from God Is a tear from God And I'm hopeful That one day we'll see Oh, we're gonna see Every wall we've built Will crumble Crumble