Pecking Order-Tourniquet

Slight of hand, slight of mind Slam the door, leave the key inside With a quick and knowing stare Like a contest at the fair You're the winner, you're the loser You're the chosen, I'm the chooser Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring Hen-pecked hypocrite, myself included Fails to see, my thoughts diluted With our judgement, and mind polluted Comes prevention, from seeing who God created Politics of the mind, feeds the ego of the blind Who made you the judge of me Turn away, just let me be The notion that we're better than them The ultimate delusional gem The notion that we're better than them The ultimate delusional gem Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring Ninety-three million miles From the earth, the granite boils Half the heat, half the burn Scorches those who never learn Look to Him and you will see The only judge for you and me Grace and mercy from His throne Imparts to those He calls His own Grace and mercy from His throne Imparts to those He calls His own