Lyrics:

Why do you hate us?

I don't hate you

Gettin' up in front of all of these?people?and showing them?how much you hate us!

Mom, I?don't hate you. I don't hate you!

Then why would you write about us like this?

Because I love you!

You don't love me. If you loved me, you wouldn't have made your daddy run out of here with tears in his eyes. If you loved me, you would've found you a church home in New York. If you loved me, you would've brought me home a daughter-in-law and a grandbaby by now! If you loved me, you'd be able to fly me around the world like Tyler Perry!

Her precious little dream

But oh, no, you are frightened about life

Came tumbling down

Never mind Doodoo Bank Student Loans calling my house, looking for your black butt

After all the time she spent building it up

Just lollygagging there in New York, ain't doin' nothin'!

And after all of the things that she's been through

Probably up there dressin' and pretendin' like you was a white woman!

You come along and crush it

Talking 'bout you want a black man, hah!

In the palm of your hand

Like a real black man would want to kiss you!

The Bible says homosexuality is worse than murder!

Flush it
Down...

My precious little dream

It never ends with you

My little boy

(???) repeat, repeat, repeat
(sung)
God, after all this time
Why can't you give it up?

Oh no, you not gonna turn this on me, I know I'm a good mama!

Cause if you knew all the things that I've been through

They had to cut me open to get you, did you know that? I bled and bled to get your black butt out of my stomach!

You'd rue the ways you attack me

You said your homosexuality was just a phase

You'd rue the ways you fought

But you're 26 years old, and you still kissing on men!

You run until you've tracked me down

Why couldn't you just be the daughter I always wanted? I'll tell you why, it's because you're selfish!

Mama, I can't suck your titties again
I can't crawl back up inside your womb

Your nasty little mouth

You wonder why it's like a graveyard
In your living room

And all I can do is cry

You wanna cry, Mama?
Go right ahead

My stumps are growing short on this earth, son

But I won't cry, Mama
Cause I'm not dead

And one day, you won't have me at all

And you're not dead!

Then you'll be all alone!

Time just has this way of tearing
Down the dreams we think we live in
Spinning wheels in Motor Town
So effed up and so run down
An overblown and false display
Just like in a gospel play!

Who the fuck is you, nigga?
Who the fuck is you?
Ooh...
Ooh...

Sister Serabe, the Lord done put it on my heart to sing this selection in honor of Brother Darnell, who was an abomination just like me. And I can't help but reflect on your husband's words to me at the age of seventeen, that if I ever acted on my lust for another man, that I would meet the same fate as Darnell, lying in that there box. And those words have kept me HIV-free but completely terrified ever since, because I realized then and there that the only thing worse than dying of AIDS was living with it, and hearing the people you love most say 'I told you so, I told you so, I told you so!' Can I get a witness out there, choir?

Yas!

And so, on today, as we prepare to bury yet another un-HBO special'd, un-Oscar Award winning, abnormal-hearted, un-Angel in American black queer in the ground, it is very important that we remember what God's word, your word, Tyler's word, and every-fucking-body else's word tells us:

AIDS is God's punishment

Sing your song, brother, sing your song

For the man who ain't living right

You hear that, Curtis?

AIDS is God's punishment

I love the Lord, you heard my piety and pity's ever-growing

For he who sins in the night

Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know!

AIDS is God's punishment
But all darkness (all darkness), all darkness (all darkness), all darkness (all darkness) comes to light

Speak on it!

He gonna knock them dicks up out your mouth
And then, (spoken) and this is what I like about him
Di-di-di-di-di-di-di-di-di
He shall smite
Cause-

AIDS is God's punishment, yes!

Sing, sopranos! Testify for all of God's children!

AIDS is God's punishment!

Everybody in the building, clap with me on the two and the three, with my altos!

AIDS is God's punishment, yes!

(???)

AIDS is God's punishment, yes!

Come on, men! AIDS!

AIDS is God's punishment, yes!

(???)

AIDS is God's punishment!

Let's put it all together, fill the house of the Lord with praise!

AIDS is God's punishment, yes!

I defy you to (???), ha ha!

AIDS is God's punishment, yes!

The Spirit of the Lord is in this chapel, yes!

AIDS is God's punishment, yes!

Can you feel it, church? Can you feel it, church? Make me feel God's punishment! Parts!

AIDS, AIDS!
AIDS, AIDS!
AIDS, AIDS!
AIDS, AIDS!
AIDS, AIDS!
AIDS is God's punishment, yes!

Please stop this!

AIDS is God's punishment!

Please stop this music!

AIDS is God's punishment!

You wanted a gospel play. This is the only way I know how to do it