All my life I’ve been waiting for something that could change
This poor mentality holding us in the chains

Another trip, another house a brand new car
Preachers in Versace making altars to Prada

What about the widows and orphans
What about the cross we’re not taking
What about the wine that we’re drinking
What about the bread that we’re saving
What about the the money we love
What about the sins that we hide
We’re turning sheep into wolves
We cannot see that we’re blind

We gotta go back to the truth
We gotta go back to the life
We gotta go back to the way that lead us to the sky

We gotta go back to Jesus