Screens

Thank you my dear rapper friends for coming out to church today
Here in the basement of this church where they usually hold AA
I co-opted this space and swapped that 'A' with a big fuckin 'S'
So we could get our sins up off our chest
I’m not the priest but please confess to me
The demons that seeped in between you and your screens
You can choose the podium, your chair, or those cushions for your knees
I only ask we keep this confidential, nothing more
Oh and one more thing I almost forgot please check your phones in at the door
Oh Lord, see these things I’v done
Feels like I’m trapped in a maz
And although I run
I’m still lost here
I’m still lost here
And all I see around me are these screens
Too many screens
Too many goddamn screens
I’m twisted I’m tilted I’ve turned on too many screens
Too many screens
Too many goddamn screens
I’m twisted I’m tilted I’ve turned on too many screens