Is It easy like Sunday Morning, because it comes every week?
He was leaving his girl, said he tried too hard to make it work.
Sometimes I feel like leaving the world, cause the workload is so heavy.
Not the 9 to 5, the temporal pace, but the everyday rat race,
The cash chase, the R.I.P of family, the reading of the five year-old who got beat,
Cause she didn’t recognize the letter D, the cheating, the domestic violence,
The praying for silence in the middle of the night, when sin is at its height,
And you smell the frogs that have invaded the land!
Don’t forget the teenagers giving away their virginity,
Like now-n-laters at a kickball game.
The representation of us portrayed by pants sagging loosely around the waist.
I bow my head in disgrace, and I pray, for Sunday Mornings to be easy.
Easier for the elevation of the black man,
Instead of the master plan, incarcerate them, if we can’t erase them!
Easier for fair education, easier to pay for higher education!
Easier to obtain enlightenment, excitement, enhancement, of your thoughts.
Revelation knowledge, instead of carnal garbage, and a belief in things not seen.
Easier to teach people to reach out for their dreams.
Easier to convince them of purpose and destiny.
Sunday Morning does not always seem so easy!
I hear the middle of the night prayers requesting Sunday to come, as early as Tuesday.
The sighs of mothers in the hospitals praying for, one more week of life.
The burden of the pain of the cancer patient requesting, God to come now!
The silence of the thoughtless who just expect without anticipation,
That Sunday will come.
I feel the sweat from the brow of the preacher praying for a word,
That will make Sunday morning easier.
The righteous ladies with their legs shut tight
Who prayed that they might have found love the night before.
WHO IS SUNDAY MORNING EASY FOR?
Africa is starving,
Haiti is impoverished,
Afghanistan? Iraq? The Taliban?
I wrote all of this to say, I don’t understand.
How could the songwriter sing? What did he mean?
Easy Like Sunday morning?
The only thing easy is leaving.
The hardest thing is, waiting for Sunday to come.