Flow Friday

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"Radical People" by Liam Ehyeh

Pardon my approach

But I think we need more radical people, maybe that's just me though

Like I'm the only one seeing and peeping

These deceivers who upfront promote good

But underneath be filled so much evil

Bout to be a lot of smoke in this city and pants on fire

Dealing with all these liars

But again maybe it's just me though

Bunch of lost souls crowing false kings, idolizing some hero, quote unquote

Like they ain't kill the real thing 2,000 plus years ago

Oh I forgot, not everyone believe Him though

If I said "I can't wait until the King return"

You a look at me and say Bron been home...

So naive that's how it is when the master liar catches you slip

Paying no attention to what he filling you with

Mad when a saved soul tries to fill you in

Come warning you about sins like fornication and drug abusing, or

How it's free condoms everywhere but nobody ever use

Nose turned in the air yet immune to the smell of lust in the pews though?

Yea I think we need more radical people

More light to help the blinded see into the see through

Let that marinate

We need more hearts to be served on plates of food for thought

Soak some up, full or not

And be sure to take some of the meat home

Because The Word says man can't live off just bread alone

Highest praises to the Most High

Before you knock mines do you have a name for your god?

Because scripture warns that many will come, and we always seem to pick the wrong one, don't we?

Sacrifice salvation for sin and be quick to call it fun, won't we?

Too worried about being cool and fitting in to be Christian..

And we supposed to be a radical people..

First enslaved in Egypt before we ever seen southern fields or Attica, people.

History says we were freed in 1865

But Willie Lynch predicted we'd still be slaves after that, people.

And slaves we still are..

No more whips and chains on our frames just mental jails and spiritual prison bars...

The selling of our souls for the exchange of chips and cars...

Too busy chasing limelight, when He supposed to be the star...

No faith in the free land but come home from the hard claiming to have met Muhammad, Buddha, and all them other cats..

Everybody wanna come but scared to come correct ....

Well, I'm not. Shoutout to the scriptures.

Peace, Love, and Selah.

 

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