I'm told to pray for you in your hard times but I can't bring myself to pray because I remember
You betrayed my mother, you are one of the top offenders
While everyone is praying, I'm not doing anything
I know you're witnessing everything that karma brings
And I already know if it were the other way around
They'd be saying I deserve my sorrow for letting you down
No, I remember
You betrayed my mother and you are one of the top offenders
You did it while she was vulnerable
Yet you call yourself a minister
But in all actuality, you're just someone who's sinister
You knew my mother was
grieving
And you're not sorry by a long shot
You have no heart for her
You don't have a heart at all
I'd tell you these exact words if I were with you at the hospital
Then everyone else would say that my heart is cold
But I'm just speaking facts
So truth be told
I won't say a prayer for you because it's not what you deserve
