Don't ask for the price 'cause I already sold out
My place has long been filled in the lineup of the believers
They don't even realize I was there
With nose hairs dabbed with the stench of injustice
Lost in the cloud of can-I-bless-this
Committed in a selective kinda way
Words were cheap then
They saved me for today
I stll believe but it's layered with splendor
Bar floor discos replaced by ballroom
The sack slapping kind
Sophistication's not ancillary anymore
Prime time is now a window across the sky
Unafraid of when the credits roll
Because this show is ours
Judge not lest ye find out
All you need is dynamite
Save the confetti for Super Sunday
We've got today covered