I discovered this religiously laced tune wedged between a juke joint DJ’s transition from Al Green to Fetty Wap. It was Sunday Night in a rural southern N.C. town. I was out for drinks, conversation, and good food.
A bar trap had her exposed cleavage trying to talk to my chin when the DJ went from “Let’s Stay Together into something called “Hell To Da Naw”I gently nudged the trap back onto her barstool.The cleavage pouted.
The cleavage pouted. I could have sworn the one on the left winked.
Why in the hell is this DJ playing a church song in a juke joint? The jam had church beat. The jam had church words.
Words like “deacon”, “preach”, and “sermon jumped out.
I had to get my mind right for this one. I had to leave the cleavage on the stool to get my mind right.
The song was a sermon within a song that gave you five minutes church without the offering and theatrics.
I researched the song online and found it on youtube. I’m still perplexed as to the rationale behind a juke joint DJ pushing it in a club. So what I’m going to do is let you decide for yourself on where you want to take this one.
Some find “Bishop Bull Winka ” a folk tale of sorts. Funny name aside, he takes you to church in Hell To Da Naw.