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Shereena
M. Kelley © 2005
Dirty filthy culmination of all that's unholy
boasting sin boldly,
proudly pumping death into the streets.
Blind leading the blind,
death in the form of rhyme,
spiritual manipulation laced in hypnotizing, mesmerizing,
soul gripping beats.
But in the beginning God looked out and saw darkness spread out upon the deep,
And in the beginning God looked out and found hip-hop spreading tragedy,
millions of his sheep falling casualty
to deadly lyrics inhaled that took root,
birthing sin in their hearts like when Eve ate the fruit.
Knowing that hip-hop would enter the world,
God had something in mind,
had something prepared before the beginning of time..
Men who would carry the gospel in their timberland boots,
Women who wore garments of virtue like Ruth
Children of God spreading and seeking the truth..
So God said, "Hip-hop continues to rob and steal immortal souls,
but I will break the mold, and loose the devil's hold
on the hearts and minds of my sheep, my sheep who dwell in the ghetto deep,
my sheep whom suits, stockings and mothers boards have been unable to reach..
I will create a super soldier, a made in my image soldier,
a rhyme spitting, time splitting,
breaking the paradigm of religion soldier"...
And so came the new warrior
from California,
New York, Texas and the Midwest,
gripping the mic, unafraid of the fight,
for a breast plate of righteousness was upon their chest.......
Mandated, unconformed, soul reborn,
preaching the gospel unfabricated..
They know who they are, and they know that they're called,
to deliver light, to the hip-hop of night
to a people religion considered waste.
Empowered by the Spirit
of God and not fearing
the looks of men or their piercing gazes
cross examining the witnesses of tradition
and disproving the case of an appearance based faith.
And so they war
in the spirit as they pour,
their testimonies over beats so pure,
unashamed as they frame their names in the book of life so sure.
And this war renders spoils far greater
than money, cars or fame
A life is changed,
every time a ghetto sheep
inserts a CD and presses play.
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