Emotion Dough

Man, your antenna ain’t right

Can’t hear, the picture out of sight

Ain’t picking up proper broadcasting

Flickers here and there nothing lasting

Perhaps your prayers are old

Walk with Jesus Christ ice cold

Are you approaching the throne God boldly bold

Perhaps all your fruit disgusting full of mold

Sins must be hidden are you guilt-ridden

I feel like Job with his friends

Accusations with no hope in the end

They telling me left or right I must bend

Say my prayers are returned undeliverable after hitting send

Man, you’re antenna ain’t right

Child of God somehow walking in a dead end night

Antenna ain’t right

Shaking heads but can y’all pray for me please?