PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH The world blames me that I am gay Yet man can't appreciate or treat a woman right I made a choice who I want to be You got a girl pregnant, rejects her and abandoned her child Now you want to start judging me
You say I've got no ambition Yet you fell in love with liquor Night and day you are on the street You claim you're sober in pain, misery and frustration Not lucid enough to take a decision You say I am a sinner because I don't go to church You worship God day in and day out But could never forgive a brother Who hurts you before you dare became a saint Can't look him in the eyes, in your heart is hate The world wants to castigate me, a murderer Yet the government abandons a little child dying on the street Many are homeless, sick and hungry You are living in comfort, stole the people's treasury And accused me I don't have a heart
You called me a prostitute wilting her life away Yet you're sleeping with a man out of wedlock At least I am not hiding behind the curtain While you dress in white linen unclean underneath What's your excuse for dragging my name on the mud? Before you nail a brother's heart to a stick First cast a stone on your self To understand how much it hurts to bleed No man is perfect, everyone is guilty of something Do me a favor and practice what you preach All Rights Reserved Š Akan E. Udofia 2016 http://akanudofia.blogspot.com.ng/2016/05/pr actice-what-you-preach.html