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sage francis - next testament (gimme fund 04) كلمات الأغنية

author: sage francis

“find god!” exclaimed the man, who lost everything he owned, looking stoned

i groaned back, “find a jobheres an application.”

retaliation:

“heres a pamphlet.”

i said, “f-ck this d-mn sh-t.”

my man flipped

and threw his hand into his pocket.

pulled out a bible

with a design that looked tribal

the next testament was it’s t-tle

“look it over.”

“a book? nosuhwhat the h-ll does this have to offer?”

a small mirror on the bottom labeled “author”

that’s too impersonal

irreversible

actions leave our mind scarred

looking for the answers. “find god!”

he said again.

but im a veteran

knowing that you are no better than

or worse than.

he compared my last enemy to my first friend.

this b-m gave me his shirts pen

“what the heck?

youre completely tapped, thinking that im gonna write you out a check.”

he said, “what?” i said, “what!” sn-tched the book in hopes of finding

a myth. lifted up the front coverbroke the binding.

“i bring peace, love happiness and unity!”

usually i blow it off, but i said, “that aint what you do to me. what you do to me

is bring pain, hate, ignorance, and false alternatives to my community.”

he sat back and thought it over.

with a look that’s sort of sober

he stared me in the eye and saidi don’t lie

(him or me? me or him?)

now we begin

to quarrel

over what’s historical

but that’s immoral

questioning the oracles origin.

were born through sin.

“you need to save yourself,” he said.

“but jesus died for our sins.” then he said, “he aint dead.”

“he faked his death?”

i watched my man take a breath

as if he had no more patience left.

then he embraced his chest.

looked as if the holy spirit was about to manifest

itself.

mental health

is what he lacked. i should have known this.

without god, when we die every earthling is homeless.

i couldnt look. tried to give him back his book.

as he shook. but it was stuck to my hand

what the fgod d

embellished in sin and with a devilish grin

this denizen could tell that i was selfish within

he started speaking in tongues that im unfamiliar with.

i held the pen like a knife and threatened, “i kill your myth!”

civilians drift

into a state of violent anger.

i can tell when im in danger

so i stoppedto take a breather.

“listen, im a non-believer

with no faith, and i don’t want none either

its time for me to leave ya

take your book,

i aint no crook.”

he said, “its yourslike the worldread it goodthere’s directions.”

i flipped through the pages, but they were blankno deceptions.

he mentioned, “look deeper. you’ll see it says more

than you could share. i asked, “where?” he replies, “that’s what
the
pens for.”

- sage francis

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