Story of the Dope Fiend Pastor and the Alcoholic Nun

Yo, He was preachin’ on the stage with a Bible in his hand, But behind closed doors, had a needle in the vein. Congregation clappin’, thinkin’ everything was right, But he’s sniffin’ in the dark while he’s preachin’ in the light. One member caught him slippin’, said *“Pastor, that’s sin, If you don’t let it go, it’ll pull you back in.”* But he brushed off the warning, pride in his chest, Said *“I got it under control, man, I’m still blessed.”* After service one night, he was parked in the lot, Pulled a baggie from his pocket, thought *“One more shot.”* He hit that vein quick, feelin’ rush through his soul, Then his body locked up, started losin’ control. Collapsed in the seat, last breath in the air, Now he’s fallin’ through the darkness, pain everywhere. Demons laughin’ at him, claws tear him apart, *“You was preachin’ salvation, but you lied in your heart!”* They ridicule his choices, every sermon he faked, Every altar call he gave, but his soul was at stake. Now regret is the echo, every scream is his fate, A pastor in the flames, but repentance too late. [bridge] When you play in sin you take a gamble with eternity and walk the path of uncertainty where death can come unexpectedly like a theif in the night you never know when ya last day on earth can be tomorrow is not promised to none of us [Verse] Yo, She wore a habit with a cross, but her habits were twisted, Bottle in her hand, every night she was lifted. Nun in the daytime, at night she would sway, Slippin’ out the chapel, headed straight to the café. One night staggered out the bar with a stumble in her pace, Liquor on her breath, red flush on her face. Street preacher on the corner said *“Sister, repent, Jesus paid the price, this your final event.”* But she laughed in his face, waved her hand like *“Whatever, I’ve been drinkin’ for years, I’ma drink forever.”* Got in the driver’s seat, swervin’ lanes with a spin, Didn’t see the lights flash, then the crash caved in. Now she entered in the dark where the flames don’t sleep, Demons circle ’round laughin’ loud, voices deep: *“You wore the cross, but you played that role, Now eternity’s the payment for your poisoned soul.”* They mock every prayer that she mumbled in vain, Every sip from the flask is now eternal pain. She remembers that preacher, last chance she denied, Now regret is her sermon while the angels cried