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just different 2 min read 591 views Sep 13, 2016

J.a.s.o.n. M double-o.r.e

J-a-s-o-n-m-double-o-r-e,
You can call me Adverb or just Muad'dib,
Sucker MCs greedy when they always charge a fee,
My flow's a charity,  
I do this here for free,
Style unusual just like the Baobab tree,
So when you hear that real-real, y'all know it's me!

J-a-s-o-n-m-double-o-r-e and,
Taking over the world like snaggle-toothed midevil Europeans,
Fo' shee-zen my knee-zen,
Stayed skeezin' to keep from freezin',
We asking for permission and constantly pleasin',
They kicking down doors 'till we finally "be-leaving",
The world listens and reacts to they facts as the 'truth',
When we hear, see, believe never question they 'proof',
False idols with titles and material things,
Worshipped by us 'savage & average ethnic' human beings,
Obsess and stress over sports, fame and loans,
In ancient times it was golden cows, kings, and stones,
Today it's media, credit cards, and cell phones,

J-a-s-o-n-m-double-o-r-e,
Lies and fiction is half of our religious history,
No female disciples and the Vatican's made of gold?
I still believe in God, but I'm putting man on hold,
Missionaries converted savages,
As an excuse to they steal land and ravage it,
Culture vultures consumed and ripped the world to pieces,
Now we sitting in black church with a stained-glass white Jesus!
Smiling down at the congregation proud and pleased with us,
Third time the collection plates have been passed,
The elevator fund been done, why they still need that cash?
Pastor got a Porsche but the porches still needs plaster,
From when our homes flooded from that last natural disaster,
Everyone in the church got the Holy Ghost except me!
Either they was all lying or I wasn't trying - which could it be?
I left embarrassed & confused, so I talked to God in my car,
Parking lot prayers no one cares who we are...

J-a-s-o-n-m-double-o-r-e,
Cradle to grave, life's a maze, crib to cemetery,
Immaculate conception reflection on Joseph & Mary,
Sainted never tainted, pure but quite contrary,
Joseph, 'Who's Mary's baby daddy', joked other guys laughing & drinking wine,
'Your boy Jesus don't look nothing like you', said several dozen times,
Step-father cared but his biological didn't bother,
No competition when they mention the Carpenter vs. the Holy Father,
If he's the son of God why can't he change his own damn diaper, or talk, and walk?
I wonder what Jesus' step dad said & thought?

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