[Verse 1]
Clatter of sabers in pews...news crews cue the halo spin,
Label the table of truth as “treason,” they staple sin.
Paper-thin faith with a flag stitched in, grafted on grace like a plastic grin,
Asking Him, “Sanction my fences,” when gospel says, “Gather them, let ’em in.”
Massive grin, masks and hymns, cash in tins...Mammon in sacristy;
Passing the plate to the palace while pallets of rations lack dignity.
“Blessed are meek” gets muted when market moods demand dividends;
Citizens sip a cinnamon spin, while venom invents their dividends.
I’m flipping the diction like benches in temples...rhyme as a remnant revolt;
Not militant, but vigilant...pry the lie from the cult of control.
No idol patrols, no rifle patrols in the soul’s cathedral aisle;
Our creed isn’t greed...plant seed, meet need, bleed speed to reconcile.
Beatitudes blaze like braille for the blind...the signs are tactile truth;
If power preys, then praise is a cage; if love’s alive, it cracks the roof.
Church of the new millennium’s medicine...mercy is militant tenderness;
Heaven is present in evidence: strangers embraced, not fenced as a threat to us.

[Hook]
No crowns for conquerors, only towels and basins,
No thrones for oligarchs inside sacred spaces.
If faith is a fortress, the poor can’t face it;
If love is the law, then the law must grace it.
We tear down the altars of nation-as-deity,
Break bread with the broken, betray false divinity.
Truth isn’t partisan...truth is proximity:
Hold the least close and the King shows His dignity.

[Verse 2]
Pseudo-prophets funnel fear into funnels of funding and power,
Thunder and gunmetal prayers, but the Son settles storms by a flower.
Hour by hour, the algorithm baptizes bias in bite-size clips;
Whitewashed tombs with like-count perfume...hype-house doom in righteous drips.
Pedigree pageants of purity nagging the widow’s mite;
Politic pulpits that weaponize scripture and privatize living light.
Listen...the mission’s not tribal admission to kingdoms of gated lawns;
It’s tables of fishes and loaves, it’s coats when the night is raw.
Make peace? That’s treason to tyrants who diet on deified flags;
We kneel to a suffering King, not emperors dressing in drag.
If borders define your belonging, your gospel is smaller than God;
We cross every line with a lifeline...neighbor is name, not a nod.
Bitter rhetoric fizzles when literal miracles multiply meals;
Give up the myth of dominion...domesticate steel into yield.
Faith is a furnace for fear, refine it to courage and care;
If your revival’s survival of strongest, the Spirit is not in the air.

[Verse 3]
Call me a pacifist pugilist...punchlines pummel the principalities;
Uppercut comfort, confront the corrupt, love’s knuckles in legalities.
Rhythm and remedy, liturgy’s energy...centuries crush in a bar,
Wherever a child gets a blanket and meal, that’s the flag that we are.
I’m threading a needle through steeples, unseating deceitfully seated elites;
The Kingdom advances by kindness...no boots on throats, but sandals on streets.
If truth gets censored by sponsors, then prophets repaint the wall;
Graffiti of grace on the gate...“Let every lost be found and called.”
Cathedrals collapse if they balance on violence...stone can’t shoulder lies;
The only foundation unshaken is love cruciform and alive.
So sing it in 4/4 fury, sermon in snare and kick:
No nation can own salvation...the cross already did.

KING SHOWS HIS DIGNITY

[Intro]
Name in the lights: Blood Right...by blood, not birth,
By love, not might...watch the Kingdom invert.

[Verse 1]
Mustard-seed manifesto, meek-tech manifesto,
Tables turn...no gavel flex, just basins and the bless-o.
Luke 4 in the lungs, Jubilee in the drum,
Freedom for the captives while the power-drunk go numb.
No flags on the cross, no Mammon in the choir,
Beatitudes the blueprint, grace gasoline the fire.
Render Caesar coins, but render God your breath,
We don’t fear the famine; love multiplies the bread.
Widow’s mite heavy, lilies dressed with ease,
Birds sing “don’t stress”...let anxiety release.
Micah with the metric: do justice, love kind,
Walk humble with the Holy...unchain the mind.

[Hook]
Blood Right...by the cross, not the throne,
By the wash of the feet, not a scepter of stone.
We shouldn’t fear scarcity, leave that lie behind...
We won’t be tamed by this slavery of the mind.
Blood Right...let the poor first dine,
Truth in the street, let the light re-align.
We shouldn’t fear scarcity, love will redefine...
We won’t be tamed by this slavery of the mind.

[Verse 2]
Anti-fascist catechism: mercy over optics,
No photo-op prophets, no jackboots in the tropics.
Healed backs over soundbites, bread lines over headlines,
Sermon on the Mount, not a mount for the deadlines.
Dethrone the paper halo, mend the broken spine,
Mene, tekel on the wall...time’s up for the shrine.
If policy’s a pharaoh, we midwife a new day,
Cross-shaped governance: give what you’ve been given, hey.
Choose one Master...coins can’t steer the soul,
Mammon’s math fails where the loaves get whole.
“Seek first…”...watch panic lose control,
Daily bread breaks bars in the payroll.

[Hook]
Blood Right...by the cross, not the throne,
By the wash of the feet, not a scepter of stone.
We shouldn’t fear scarcity, leave that lie behind...
We won’t be tamed by this slavery of the mind.
Blood Right...let the poor first dine,
Truth in the street, let the light re-align.
We shouldn’t fear scarcity, love will redefine...
We won’t be tamed by this slavery of the mind.

[Verse 3]
Thief at Golgotha: “Remember me”...no résumé,
Paradise promised...grace cut through the haze.
Samaritan first responder...oil, bandage, stay,
Centurion’s word believed, a servant rose that day.
Zacchaeus split the stash...half out, fourfold back,
Bleeding woman touched the hem...dignity intact.
Bartimaeus dropped the coat; sight lit up the track,
“Go and sin no more”...stones fell, hearts cracked.
Acts in action...“all things common,” doors unlocked,
James to the bosses...wages owed, truth stocked.
If enemy is hungry, feed him...overcome with good,
This is how the revolution really moves.

[Bridge]
Great is Your faithfulness...steady in the flood,
Contracts fold; covenant holds...signed in love’s blood.
Neither slave nor free, no more rank and file,
Just one new family at a long, long aisle.
Open hands, open homes, open time:
Heaven’s ROI...every soul aligned.

[Verse 4]
Audit the crown with the Nazarene lens,
Does it lift the least or just flatter its friends?
We won’t swap tyrants; we’ll swap what’s prized...
Power for a towel, pride for the Christ.
Emmaus-type clarity...break bread, eyes wide,
Truth walks beside us in the ordinary stride.
Salt for the rot, light for the night,
Justice like a river cutting stone to right.
Galilee ethic, alleyway praxis,
Love is the tax we gladly practice.
Blood Right steps in, announces the sign:
Mercy is the currency; neighbor is the line.

[Hook/Outro]
Blood Right...by the cross, not the throne,
By the wash of the feet, not a scepter of stone.
We shouldn’t fear scarcity, leave that lie behind...
We won’t be tamed by this slavery of the mind.
Blood Right...let the poor first dine,
Truth in the street, let the light re-align.
We shouldn’t fear scarcity, love will redefine...
We won’t be tamed by this slavery of the mind.
Blood Right...hands up, hearts untied,
Welcome to the table...come and see, come and find.

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