Shitting on the Front Porch Step
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You had the world in your hands
And you threw it at a kid
You had a record, had a tour
Had everything and look what you did
22 with pictures of a child you should've never had
You called it love, you called it mutual
You called it everything but bad
She couldn't even drive yet
But she was old enough for you
You begged a child to undress then called it something
She wanted too
They dropped you from the label, dropped the tour
Dropped every gig
But never dropped you in a cell for what you did to all those kids
By their fruits you shall know them
That's the verse, right Jake?
So where's the fruit, where's the harvest?
All I see's a fake
Born-again, washed clean, redeemed
That's what you love to say
But you love Jesus like you love those girls
Just to get your way
Hey!
From ruin to redemption
That's a hell of a rebrand
You swapped the sex for scripture
With the same disgusting hands
You call yourself a new creation
Call the old you dead
But every girl who trusted you
Still carries what you said
You told one you'd tie her down
She was 16 at the time
Then called it mutual, called it willing
Called it anything but crime
You cried about your self esteem
Your bullies and your teeth
Like childhood pain's a permission slip
For everything beneath
By their fruits you shall know them
That's the verse, right Jake?
So where's the fruit, where's the change, man?
All I see's a snake
You wrapped your sins in salvation
Like a gift you gave yourself
You love the cross 'cause it's the only thing
That kept you out of hell
You found my page, you found my name
You couldn't let it drop
Same patterns, different target, Jake
You don't know when to stop
You see me play the sound you threw away
For what you did
And it kills you that I do it better
Without touching a single kid
Where's the repentance, where's the fruit
Where's the proof you've changed at all?
Seems like the only thing you worship
Is whatever makes you feel tall
By their fruits you shall know them
That's the verse, right Jake?
Where's the fruit, where's the kingdom?
All I see's a fraud awake
You say you love the Lord
But brother where's the evidence?
Seems like you love the children more
And that's a hell of a testament