I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say
So here it is to the Christian industry
I think the Christian industry is a joke
God forbid somebody popular slip-up and choke
Then we cast them out with a vote
You're not perfect? Like a net, you're tossed right out of the boat
I saw so-called Christians online go for Lauren Daigle's throat
She shared her thoughts on gay people
But her words got attacked by so-called fans under gay-hate steeples
I'd bet money you couldn't handle half the pressure she handles daily
Hah, pay me
She didn't answer correctly by telling gays to burn?
"Come on, Daigle, it was your turn
You let us down along with our Westboro Baptist signs"
O me, o my, online signs of the Christian times
But Lauren isn't the only victim of online abuse
If you're a public figure these days, then you know that it's true
People online get picked apart for every little thing that they do
"Clayton Jennings is-"
Shut up
Like you've walked a day in my shoes
And it's weird 'cause people the loudest online are the most quiet in the pews
I call that keyboard courage
Blog sites write it like kneeboards, surfing
He said, she said
What? Get away people
Don't let this heathen sing under your steeple
Sheeple
It's pathetic
Religion will make you go crazy if you let it
Believe me, I let it
Haha, get it? I lead it
Half of these churches are cults, there I said it
Statements of faith, have you even read it?
You're under the thumb of your elders
They aren't apostles or even pastors, they're cops, teachers, and welders
But you're a member, so they're over you
And they can do whatever to you biblically speaking that they please to do
As long as you're not walking perfectly with Jesus, too
You don't believe me, do you?
Then why does church discipline exist?
Church discipline, what's this?
It's Matthew 18 with a sick little twist
At first, if you don't repent, you get a slap on the wrist
Then another comes along and tells you you're at risk
Then the person's sins are read to the whole church on a list
And if that doesn't humiliate you into repentance, nothing will
So then you're handed over to the Devil to be popped like a pill
I thought the Bible said kindness leads to repentance
So then why did my pastor throw papers and tension while intentionally trying to invoke fear in me?
I remember that little meeting where you threw a fit
Same dude trying to get me to repent?
These days people pay a lot for my two cents
So too bad if I'm a nuisance
I hope someday somebody sues him
Me too
Get it? Another line goes over your head
Another enemy subliminally potentially dead
Another line crossed over your head
Loved by the people, trashed by Christian press
Churches literally say they're handing people over for the destruction of their flesh
But you can be saved from church discipline if you confess
Confess, to who?
Your pastors, you fools
Your elders and deacons, too
So they can have dirt on you
No, it's so that they can do work on you
Work on me? You need to do work on you
The religious came for my throat right out of the blue
What's a fella to do
When suddenly made to look like a monster while being falsely accused
Coward to the system of religion and agree to the abuse?
No way in Hell I'd touch that noose
So I get online, and I let loose
And I called out the religious and some other people, too
Sick of the rumors, if it's true, if it's true
Did you screw, did you screw?
Poster boy turned predator, who woulda knew?
They did it to me, they could do it to you
Repent, repent, but what if it's not true?
What if people are telling half-truths mixed with lies about you?
What if it's a witch hunt to crucify you?
Want me to roll over and die, too?
Forget that
For three years, I was so sick of being lied to
I felt like killing, and I wanted to die, too
Then I see my daughter's name get mentioned and up goes the tension
I kept my mouth shut when my wife got mentioned
But when I see Arabelle with the word rape?
Slaughtering these bastards becomes the main mission
I'm a father before I'm a Christian
I had sex with you, and you had sex with me, that doesn't make you a victim
But you got gassed up by an online hit site
Like here boy, sick 'em
So y'all better sit-up and listen
I'm done being lied about and falsely accused
I've got my receipts and screenshots, too
So I'll do me if you do you
But stop with the manure about spiritual abuse
If you're told I pursued anyone for sex, you're being lied to
But if you wanna come at me with a story, I'll tell mine, too
But wait, you can't do that because of "Me Too"
But what if the girls are like, "I wanna hook up with him, me too, me too, me too"
What about them? Does that mean I get all the guilt, too?
It's weird what this crazy society will put you through
And for me, it was the fire, but it only refined me
I put two middle fingers up, and that will always define me
Over one hundred thousand dollars, it fined me
Suddenly, the booking agent can't find me
Or at least he says he's been calling
You're toxic when you're falling
But give it a year and you'll be dusted-off and back in the circuit
The Christian speaking industry is a circus
And I was one of the ring leaders
Turned bottom feeders
Turned golden boy again
Back come the bookings, and back come the friends
Honored and adored in every city I went
Sixty-two of those batting all tens
All across the nation, on our manager's bus
I had regained the people's trust
But inside I was going nuts
And I couldn't take it anymore
So I stood up and walked out and slammed the front door
And those middle fingers made the religious go nuts
But it just made my Godfidence blow up
And the more they trashed me, the more You had my back
And to be honest, I don't deserve all of that
Ever been accused of rape or abuse? Nope, no way
Lawsuits cocked, locked, loaded, and on the way
Not finished yet, I got a lot more I wanna say
My fans have been here before, bullied and punked
Bodybags zipped and tossed in the trunk
Thoughts of suicide 'cause the words of bullies
Storms get to brewin', hope the captain is Sully
Do you understand the plane you're on? I understand fully
That's why I jumped off of that flight
I told the elders in that little congregation I was leaving the church that night
But that's not right
You can't just leave a cult
So we came under assault
A public e-mail instead of a church conversation
They told the congregation to break all association
Including representation as friends on Facebook and all other social media
I got bent over and spanked publicly liked a schoolyard teen
This was sometime back in 2016
Clayton is unrepentant for sex before marriage
Oldschool Amish, I got tossed under the carriage
Cast him to the Devil, let him perish, let him perish
One person says monster, and the rest repeat just like parrots
I had never cheated on my wife, and the stories were from years before
But the current Clayton Jennings is suddenly a whore
And I was, or at least, I had been
But I had asked God to forgive me of all of those sins
If they were even that
I don't know where my faith is at
Because I put too much of it in a church
And that got me nothing but hurt
Some got angry they couldn't toss me to Satan
I guess not enough votes to kill off Clayton
So as much as I talk junk about Harbour Shores cult, I'm sorry
For not standing up with Larry when he sued your elders
I'm sorry for not standing up to the elders when they walked all over my dad
When he was too weak to fight for what was right and true
But he didn't want to see the baby ripped in two
So he gave away his child to you
I'm sorry I ever called you my church
I'm sorry I didn't say all of this earlier and publically
I would've never done to you what you've done to me
Your actions with P&P almost put a gun to me
It wasn't fun for me
But Clayton, you're like a son to me
I remember the way you loved me in my cleanliness but hated me in my sin
I remember you saying we were family, turns out not even friends
If God forgives and forgets, why is there a difference between his sin and his?
And her sin and hers?
We're all under the curse
And I know we're all called to be set apart
But what do you expect when you got picked apart since you were a kid?
You throw mud at me, and I got mud that you don't wanna see
Clayton, this is ugly
No, it's lethal, trust me
They almost killed me
Tried to ruin my reputation by humiliation
Blog sites mixed with "he said, she said" all over the nation
And I held my tongue with patience
Until I could give a tongue lashing
We're on this flight together, so if I'm crashing, we're crashing
And if you're paranoid, I'm laughing
And if you get in my way, I'm passing
Because I have something on the horizon amassing
And it looks amazing
It's a following of thousands that praise me
And that's not what's beautiful
It's that the feeling is mutual
They love me, and I love them
And we get each other out of the pits that we're stuck in
So to every kid that's gotten bullied or sucked in
To drama because you didn't fit in
Listen
I wanna tell you something most won't
God loves you even if people don't