[Verse 1]
I grew up on a corner where the churches lined the block,
Mosque on one end, temple by the coffee shop.
They all said, āWe got the truth, we the chosen few,ā
But I saw more w*r in the pews than in the news.
Voices shoutinā prayers from different lands,
All raisinā their fists with holy hands.
Tradition taught us love, but we took command,
Now we f***t in the name of a God we barely understand.
[Pre-Chorus]
You wear a robe, I wear a tie,
You face the east, I face the sky.
But we both pray when things go bad,
So why's your God mad that I ain't in your clan?
[Chorus]
šµ Which God is original?
Is He speakin' Hebrew, Greek, or digital?
Did He write the sky or code the miracle?
Why we dyin' just to prove Heās literal?
My God, your God ā same love, new name,
But the b***d on the street donāt wash out the shame.
Sayinā, āMy Godās real, yours is fictionalā¦ā
Tell me, which God is original? šµ
[Verse 2]
Said your bookās leather-bound, mineās on Kindle,
Yāall light candles, we spark incense in the middle.
You dunk in rivers, we sprinkle from cups,
But both say āAmenā ā man, whatās up?
Tradition got us locked in mental cages,
Like fighting over pens instead of the pages!
[Chorus]
šµ Which God is original?
Is He the fire, the dove, the criminal?
Does He want w*r, or is that political?
Are we lost in a ritual?
My faith, your truth ā same road, two lanes,
But the c***h in the middle leaves too many in pain.
Screaminā, āMy Godās true, yours is pitifulā¦ā
Tell me, which God is original? šµ
[Verse 3]
š¶ We tradinā love for doctrine,
Compassion for pride,
But the God we all seekā¦
Aināt pickinā no side. š¶
[Outro ]
šµ Maybe God got more names than a rapperās chainā¦
šµ Maybe Godās just tired of the blame gameā¦
šµ Maybe love was the only real aimā¦
šµ But we too busy claiminā brand namesā¦
āWhich God⦠is original?ā
šµ ā¦Maybe none.
šµ ā¦Maybe all.
šµ ā¦Maybe love just made the call. šµ