The Eucharist

My mother used to say
 "A bad penny finds its own way to hell"
 They lovingly fashion they own crosses, beg me to drive the nails
 Follow the devil to the high place
 The pinnacle, the wilderness vibrate, do-gooders miserable
 The Pilate silent, but that's a signal too
 The Pyrex violent, the group home living proof
 Like dying and coming back, black as a dead tooth
 Roman lions, Blue Angels through the retractable roof
 Aloof Posdnuos, I used to be embarrassed
 Of brothers reduced to that, "Do you like rap?"
 Hustle back before your man let the mack off for 40 doughs
 Negros say, "Let's stick together", then make funny moves
 Black is beautiful, brother, but it ain't superglue
 Before what's left of the truth under his cuticles, duke
 You be dead in a cubicle 'fore you recoup
 Christianity is cultural appropriation, papers, Freemasons
 Mason Betha came out the church like Satan
 Burst out that house of worship, that thing flamin', no amen
 Shoot the gift 'til it smells like metal shavings
 Shoot the shit 'til I'm certain they're idiots, then relax
 Brazen, facts, the next nice neighborhood I move to
 You lot get first crack, the dark skin Van Peebles
 Made the rounds with the Watermelon Man sequel
 Did Jay actually listen to D'Evil or did he just skim through it?
 I took the Shyne to 'em and turned Jewish