Turn to ya neighbor and tell them to listen to this poem
Tap ya other neighbor and tell them to listen to this poem
What has happened to us church?
Why do we do what every person that stands behind a mic says
without investigating their fruit first?
The truth hurts but im here to slice you up with His sword so
that we can start being real Christians again instead of
Jig-a-boos.
Yea I said it,Jig-A-Boos, people with a holy fascade, like a
white face, painted over their negro colored heart, sitting in
the back of their bus-ted insides
Tap dancing, shouting, and singing for human praises like our
ancesters who did it for quarters, nickles, and dimes, you are
still enslaved church.
Instead of getting excited about the glory of God, we’d rather
be entertained like human ipods, touched by everything that makes
love to our 5 senses
If it looks, sounds, tastes, smells, feels, right is must be
righteous, right, wrong
Just because you feel tingly on the inside, when someone is
singing or speaking, like your heart is bleeding pop rocks,
doesn’t mean that their anointed
Its just means that you’re emotionally inclined to base reality
on how you feel instead of truth
When you go to the grocery store, and pick up a piece of fruit,
you examine it to see if its rotten, you smell it, it, turn it
around in your hands, press your fingers against its skin to see
if its ripe but even though we are called to do the same thing to
every person that stand behind a mic and claims to speak on
behalf of God,we don’t, because of our need to be entertained
instead of the need for our flesh to be beatin’ up and maimed,
we continue to sit back and eat rotten fruit, when we will stop
buying preachers that are expired, But if you don’t study to
show yourself approved, it makes perfect sense for you to approve
of any and every fool that preaches heresy, sprinkled with a
little truth …cuz sound teaching doesn’t seem to matter any
more as long as they can preach good right.
Hand gripping the mic, screaming into the crowd, breathing all
hard in between every word like he’s having a heart attack,
organist and drummers already in position to play the sound track
to this spectacle we wanna call “worship”
But even Apostle Paul said that his preaching was plain, and void
of clever and persuasive words so the listeners faith would not
be based on human wisdom but in the power of God
What is happening to us church?
There are Preacher and prophets in the pulpits, profiting off
prophecies that profit me, nothing
No correction, no rebuke, no call to repentence
Just a new house, a new car, more blessings, and even more
reasons not to submit
And you wonder why your ears cant stop itching
Because your body is infected with sin, and Jesus Christ is your
prescription but instead of cleaning out the old man residue with
Q-tips convered in conviction producing repentence
You’d rather hide behind your old negro spiritual worship songs
because you cant stand the masters whippings.
These men have pasted cotton balls over their grey fur to full
the masses
Matta fact, some of them are your pastors
You think they are sheep, but inside they are ravenous wolves
with evil eyes
Skinning the faith of the saint with their teeth
Don’t blame the wolf for biting its pray,little red riding
hoods, you’re the one that let your discernment cease
They say, “I speak cars!”, , you say,I receive, they say,I
speak healing, you say, I receive, God says, I want holiness
Silence..its crazy how the highest praise is only sent up when
our flesh is getting pleased
What happened to our flesh getting weak, what happened sincerely
falling to our knees
And asking the lord to show us the parts of us that make him want
to heave
But we’d rather, throw up our hands, and puke out unknown
tongues
Without an interpretor to even tell us what spiritual door the
tongues broke thru from
Im done holding my tongue, im sick of biting my lip
No wonder, unbelievers cant see the truth like stevie wonder
staring at the results of lie detector test
Because without order in the church, the blind stay bound and
confused, …but as long as the church continues to live like
walking flash backs of Amistad & Roots
Those with spiritual blind folds, choking the death out of their
souls, will never be able to see God because the one being is
exalted is you
But my God will not be mocked
Again for you, He became a slave a for you, beaten and maimed for
you, whipped atleast 41 times,with led tips ripping into the back
of the creator of skin,His holiness colored with your sin and He
drank from the water fountain of Gods wrath that tasted as
hateful as a cup full of Jim Crow, and until you die on a cross
for all of mankind,no human being on planet earth will ever
understand true segregation like the son experienced when He felt
forsaken
Christ died so that you could be a new creation so
Loose yourself from that noose saturated in religion, are you
listening
You are unknowingly dangling from the tree of the Pharisees, but
even Pharisees-saw that going backwards and forwards like a see
saw, would only give more room for God’s light to expose their
hearts, so choose which side you will be on because
No one can serve two masters
In 1865 the 13th amendment proclaimed that slavery shall no
longer exist in the united states
2000 years ago, Jesus’s Christ death abolished our spiritual
shackles but too many of us have gotten comfortable with our
religious traditions and supertitions that remain enslaved while
proclaiming that we’re free
Many of you, don’t even realize you are Jig-a-boos…people
with a Christian personality, oblivious to your slave
mentality…
Harriet Tubman was quoting in saying “I freed a thousand slaves
I could have freed a thousand more if only they knew they were
enslaved”
So instead of tap dancing and shouting to the beat of you own
drum, get on your knees, put your face to the ground where all
you can see, hear, taste and smell is repentence and belief in
all you can feel is the spirit of God million man marching you
into an underground railroad, not filled with those that have
been trained but those of us who are willing to discard our
religious chains, and trade in our quarters, nickles in dimes,
for true change
because our savior is here, and He has came to set the captives
FREE!
Man In Theory 