Gracism

That's what the problem is
 I-it's churches full of people who say
 I deserve to be with the father, but you don't
 And I made up a term for it, this week
 I think w-we should call it, gracism
 As a word, and the definition I'm making up, to define this exact problem
 It's the same thing as racism, gracism
 Except, that gracism is not about the color of your skin
 It's about the color of your sins
 Unh, I grew up with a Daddy, as a pastor
 I grew up with no Daddy, I's a bastard
 I fall asleep, with the Bible on my nightstand
 I never read a page of the Bible, in my life, man
 I can quote verses, 'til I'm blue in the face, me
 I could quote The Blueprint, so good, you would think I'm Jay-Z
 I like Hillsong, I like Cypress Hill
 I praise The Most High, I get high as hell
 I hold signs, on the street corner
 Yeah, I sold dimes, on a street corner
 I know where I'm going, when I die
 You keep it up, you might just end up going there tonight
 Right?
 I guess you wouldn'a bit that apple, would you?
 I guess you perfect, and you prob'ly' can't relate, could you?
 Too focused on the good you
 To tell the rest us bad people
 'Bout the good news
 Why you actin' like a gracist?
 A gracist?
 A gracist?
 I see the hate
 It's written all over your faces
 Your faces
 Your faces
 And let's face it
 You're nothin' but a gracist
 I'm not a racist, I'm not lookin' at ya' skin
 I said gracist, 'cause all you do is throw the book at my sin
 I'm just here to tell the truth, take it or leave it, sinner
 Okay, let's talk about the truth, when they were eatin' dinner
 When he broke the bread, remember what he said?
 He said he covered all our sins, on the day he bled
 He ain't say he cover, only yours
 So, why you actin' like you washed away your sins?
 With some holy chores, out here startin' holy wars
 Do you like when people shout at you
 With a megahorn, 'til they strain their vocal chords
 Do you think that some of the sins you commit are any different?
 Than mine, and therefore God's grace is insufficient, woo!
 Unh, boy, I really hope not
 'Cause without God's grace, really hope is all you got
 He said, "Love your neighbour", he never said to judge 'em
 We only called to be a witness, end of discussion
 I guess you wouldn'ta bit that apple, would you?
 I guess you perfect, and you prob'ly' can't relate, could you?
 Too focused on the good you
 To tell the rest us bad people, 'bout the good news
 Why you actin' like a gracist?
 A gracist?
 A gracist?
 I see the hate, it's written all over your faces
 Your faces
 Your faces
 And let's face it, you ain't nothin' but a gracist
 A gracist
 A gracist
 I see the hate, it's written all over your faces
 Your faces
 Your faces
 Hey, let's face it, you ain't nothin' but a gracist
 A gracist
 A gracist
 I see the hate, it's written all over your faces
 Your faces
 Your faces
 Dear God, don't let me ever be a gracist!