kingdomfall

[Verse 1]
Card-swipe catechism...Mammon’s got a sales pitch slick,
“Buy joy, why toil?”...Christ smiles: “Hearts track where your treasure sits.”
Wallet’s a weather vane...see it swing when storms hit,
Store up better gains where rust and moths can’t forfeit.
Two masters? Password clash...one locks when one logs in,
Pick a Lord, not a lordship...don’t dock your soul for dividends.
Birds don’t budget spreadsheets, lilies don’t invoice sun,
Yet the Father outfits fields...so why panic over crumbs?
I’m flipping piggy banks into mercy banks and pantry plans,
Parables paid in daily bread, not vanity brands.
If profit’s the prophet you trust, you’ll miss the promise at dusk,
Kingdom math: give and it multiplies...watch scarcity bust.
We don’t tithe to our ego...tip grace, not greed’s espresso shot,
Keep receipts on kindness; heaven audits what the markets do not.

[Hook]
You can’t serve two masters, choose who’s steering the ship,
Either Mammon’s got the wheel or Messiah’s on the trip.
Where your treasure parks, that’s where your heart will live...
So I park mine with the poor and watch the interest give.

[Verse 2]
Needle-eye audit...gold-laced camels stuck in customs,
Rich young ruler ran the numbers, but love cut through assumptions.
“Sell it, share it, follow”...not a slogan, it’s a surgery,
Hands unclutch the glitter or they never learn the liturgy.
Zacchaeus hit the ledger...half to poor, then fourfold back,
He met grace, and debt erased like chalk after a stormy splash.
Widow’s mite might look light, but Christ called it heavy stock,
She gave out of living, not leftovers from leveled flocks.
Coin in the fish-mouth...provision isn’t superstition,
It’s God in the margins, meeting rent with precision.
If money’s a tool, build tables, not pedestals,
Flip them when they fence out the hungry and the destitute.

[Hook]
You can’t serve two masters, choose who’s steering the ship,
Either Mammon’s got the wheel or Messiah’s on the trip.
Where your treasure parks, that’s where your heart will live...
So I park mine with the poor and watch the interest give.

[Bridge]
Render Caesar Caesar’s...fine, stamp back his minted face,
But render God what bears His image...us, in love and grace.
Give secretly, not theatrics...quiet hands, loud hope,
Let generosity be gravity, pulling neighbors up the slope.

[Verse 3]
Sermon on the Savings...first seek Kingdom, then the add-ons,
Blessed are the broke-in-spirit; heaven keeps the lights on.
Ban the anxious ticker tape, let faith set the closing bell,
Trade panic for daily bread; tomorrow’s got its own to tell.
If barns burst bigger, but the soul shrinks smaller,
Heaven calls the margin call...“Fool, what’s left to barter?”
Break bread, not people; break chains, not budgets,
Cash can carry kindness if the conscience really trusts it.
I hedge funds in neighbors, diversify in dinners,
Invest in forgiveness...compound grace for sinners.
When I’m gone, let the ledger read: debts cleared, wounds tended,
ROI in resurrection...balance sheet ascended.

[Hook/Outro]
You can’t serve two masters, choose who’s steering the ship,
Either Mammon’s got the wheel or Messiah’s on the trip.
Where your treasure parks, that’s where your heart will live...
So I park mine with the poor and watch the interest give.

UNCLE

[Verse 1]
Nazareth math...good news, bad odds, balance it,
Scroll crackles, “Spirit on me”...callous fists challenged quick.
Prison doors...hinges hiss, sin-taxed citizens,
Sight for the night-worn eyes, light stitching fissures in.
Jubilee drumline, debt-letters shredded up,
Poverty’s levee breaks...heaven says “Let it up.”
I’m toe-tapping serpents of surplus that strangle wheat,
Sabbath for the land and the hands with the tangled feet.
If empire’s choir hires liars to brand the meek,
Then Zion’s choir rewires wires...unhand the weak.
Kingdom calculus flips status like sandals tossed,
Oil on foreheads, tables extended...no “standard cost.”

[Hook]
Blessed ain’t the brass but the broken hearts,
Blessed is the mercy that can mend our parts.
Blessed are the peacemakers...build, not boast,
If love is the law, then the least are host.
Hands to the plow, no crown for greed,
Bread for the hungry, that’s sacred creed.
If truth is a lamp, let it burn the lies,
We walk by the Word, not the war drum’s guise.

[Verse 2]
Table-talk tactics...taxmen and traitors seated in,
Bread split, sinners grinned, grace didn’t vet for median.
Pharisee glare: “How dare you share with them?”
He said, “Sick need a doctor”...I’m there with them.
Stones drop...shock-waves stop in adulterous alleys,
Dust-writ verdicts flip the balance of malice.
Fisherman net-mends, next mend is neighborhood,
Faith with a face, not a flag, doing neighbor-good.
Salt of the earth, y’all...savor against the rot,
Light on a hill, not a spotlight for clout you got.
Feet wash, seat swap, top drop to lift the low...
Cross-shaped governance: give what you’ve been given, bro.

[Hook]
Blessed ain’t the brass but the broken hearts,
Blessed is the mercy that can mend our parts.
Blessed are the peacemakers...build, not boast,
If love is the law, then the least are host.
Hands to the plow, no crown for greed,
Bread for the hungry, that’s sacred creed.
If truth is a lamp, let it burn the lies,
We walk by the Word, not the war drum’s guise.

[Verse 3]
Audit of nations...“When I was hungry, did you feed?”
Cold steel policies or warm loaves meeting need?
Stranger at the border...did the door hinge welcome in?
Or bar the image of God with a grin and a welded pin?
Naked...did you clothe? Sick...did you visit?
Prisons...did you show up, speak hope, stand, pivot?
Wolves wear wool, but the fruit finally tells the tree,
By love they’ll know your name...no badge, just empathy.
Take up your cross, not a cause for applause in lights,
Lose life to save it...grain falls, then the harvest bites.
Resurrection economics: seeds die, cities live,
Forgive seven times seventy...count and still forgive.

[Bridge]
Beat swords into trowels, write peace in the soil,
Make justice a stream, not a foil for the royal.
Our anthem is a psalm, not a party line,
Our King wore thorns so the poor could dine.

[Hook/Outro]
Blessed ain’t the brass but the broken hearts,
Blessed is the mercy that can mend our parts.
Blessed are the peacemakers...build, not boast,
If love is the law, then the least are host.
Hands to the plow, no crown for greed,
Bread for the hungry, that’s sacred creed.
If truth is a lamp, let it burn the lies,
We walk by the Word, not the war drum’s guise.

SACRED TONE

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God Gotta Plan

Dear God

BE KIND (PROD. ZOOKDATROOF)

This song is about helping build the world we could live in filled with love and caring.

Eden Reclaimed - Rap

A song to help you remember the genealogy of Jesus the Messiah. Written by Maverick Houston and Alex Roberecki. Prod by Alex Eastman

Matthew 1 (Genealogy of Jesus)

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