Lyrics of 'Good Samaritan Get Down' by Heath McNease

Chorus:
It's the good Samaritan get down
All you bad Samaritans sit down
If you're a do-gooder, good doer, do it gooder
If you're a do-gooder, good doer, do it gooder

(Heath)
Ever been assaulted? Ever been haulted by a pistol-packing pack of people looking for wallets? Ever been
struck, ever been stuck, clothes ever been shucked, left in the buck, half-dead in the muck? Lithping
cauth your lipth been kicked in, and not to mention your fronts are missing, been passed by by the likes
of a Levite and priest, we might just be the guys you need, we be the readers of thesis of Jesus, master
the meekness, cheek turning ain't weakness, you can bet that this New Testament salute will exude true
relevance, all supposed to be called to clothe and feed all the folks who need hope to breathe, we're all
supposed to be called to clothe and feed all the folks who need hope to breathe

Chorus

(Playdough)
Downtown he was found with a cardboard seat on the street where the church and the cardboard meet, he was
weak, he was feeble on his feet, at the steeple he would greet, God's people didn't speak, not a peep,
looking for a handout, happen chance, it got him begging and nobody knows his circumstance, look at his
shirt and pants, it's all dirt and stance is hunched over, hunched back and at first to glance he's a
loser, a boozer, they cursed and cuss him, no eye contact and God forbid touch him, needs man, indeed, yo
he's got a whole bunch, but they're busy heading out to lunch, hand in hand with children, taught if he
might talk, keep your face and your eyes glued on the sidewalk, hey church boy, I guess you're doing just
fine, read Proverbs 31 verse 6 through 9, and it's a...

Chorus

(Heath)
We're not sent to diss you, dismember you, return you to sender or limit you, too many are against you,
many men will attempt to kick you, tick you off, flick you off and kick your dogs, and say words that
would make a sailor say "Sir, take your anger and place it on paper", they take you to the edge then they
push you off it, they'll pick your door locks and your pockets, but that's when we arrive in the nick of
time, this clique of mine with a parable to stick in your mind, look and you'll find the calling is
divine, not just a verse or a rhyme rehearsed to kill time