Lyrics:
Church Essence

mean little dagger You're gonna blow it again I'll prove her existence in everything The soul of her rivers and stones Her acquiescence in everything Her essence

Translation: The Church. Essence.

she big head child Spot the glass on the hand, white valor laying across the floor Draggin' damn, she got a good man Family in the back, one half on both sides of the church

Let's have a little church up in here How ya doin'? This is Kirk Franklin Sharin' with my sisters Cheryl, Sandi, and De De With Sounds of Blackness Everybody

lose their grip When I flip and trip, oooh, a nice busted lip But I'm a freaker, for the people 'Cause when I smoke a blunt I'm higher than a church

in the black forces Listen to your conscience Stopping the evolution The books are the essence United to burn anything That can make a stand The church

is a struggle, that's why niggas I know stay on the juggle Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church

(June -91) While we may believe our world - our reality to be that is - is but one manifestation of the essence Other planes lie beyond the reach of normal

!! Enchanted from this macabre atmosphere Body.. in the cell...mind..in other dimension. Dances with Satan Dances with Satan in the burning church Suck the essence