Redeem - Propaganda, Lee Green

So what they gon' say about us, huh?

Early 21st century, humanity, when history tells the truth

America on the brink of war, with three countries consecutively

And the church?

Well, one part was making reality shows about decadence

And the other?

Man, they wrote blogs about how the first part was wrong

And the rest?

Well, they ain’t have running water

Or the governmental right to practice their faith

So they just died off

They say our nation is on it’s way to hell

As if it’s ever been in Heaven In the first place

It’s time to REDEEM time

He be morphin' the pimp, hustler, and rapist to co-laborers

And them muy mal female canines, come see the change in ‘em

It relates to the laymen, our mistakes ain’t go to waste, boy

The Redeemer did just that then sent us right back to ya

Huh, Wake up, come join the winning circle and come hang wit us

Swoop through, we stroll as royalty in full regalia

And don’t love the old us that’s pitiful necrophilia

The nasty made clean, there’s no rewind just redeem

It’s such a fortunate failure

And tossed into that sea of forgetfulness

Redeem, redeem

Helpless to change our past

But great was Elohim to redeem, redeem

There’s no rewind

Just redeem, redeem

It’s pieces of perfect symphony

A Mozart of irony

The Vincent Van Gogh that only paints with serendipity

He be dippin' His brushes into messy blotches of coincidences

And attackin' that canvas like every splatter had a destiny

Broaden y’all’s lenses a little wider you’d see that perfect symmetry

Redeemed

Boy, it’s all on purpose

I’m still off on purpose

My Papi takes the worthless

And brandishes a stamp of one-of-a-kind and priceless

A cosmic thrift shopper, Macklemore could only imagine

Buyin' stuff He made Himself from dust and words

In other words: us

And this is all my confidence for the 626 and the Exodus

If you certain you was blood purchased

Please come stand wit us

My dad was a preacher and a doctor

But with me he didn’t bother

Section 8 was momma’s wisdom

How we’d sleep but it was warmer

I would grieve, I would dishonor

I would speak but it was drama

Sleep while she was workin' harder

So that we could make it further

Failed school or smoke the money, guilt I’m sweeping on my father

As if his absence was reason for making my momma a weeping martyr

My efforts sandcastles that just wait for beaching waters

Until I heard who wrote my life, and saw that Jesus was the author

See, a bastard is robed in curses

What man has disposed as worthless

God chose to bestow a purpose

His show’s when they close the curtains

He blows on His coals of words, in our bellies they glow a furnace

The soul of a person that knows that he’s purchased will explode in worship

I hear stories that have passed, His invitations

Trash the antiques, past parade a pageant of his graces

Epistles of bone believe his blood is active validation

Weigh your faults against the cross and see who has enough to pay them