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Feb 2017
It’s hard to speak healing and salvation to someone
If there body and minds are in chains
It’s hard to tell someone that God loves them when agony runs through their veins


See it’s hard to speak a message of spiritual salvation
When a person’s body is in need of physical liberation
When a person’s mind is in a state of starvation
When a person can’t feel connected to the land on which they stand cause it was once a plantation see….

It’s hard to teach somebody to be free
I hope that you can see, cause it’s true all the way from the America’s to the Caribbean sea.
People are in chains mentally and emotionally, broken physically
How can we stand behind the walls of a church and only intend to feed them spiritually ?

We are physical representation of God to the earth
How can we preach that our God is a God of liberation
And yet don’t go out there and fight to help set people free?
Don’t hold our oppressors to the door and tell them to turn the key
Tell our oppressors that we won’t just shut up and be see

The church has always been a major part of who we are as a people
But it seems that some shepherds were sleeping as the wolves grab our sheep
Night after night as the church continues to sleep
Now we look around and they’ve taken our black men, 1 out of 15, in jail or at the end, of their lives, and who survives? a black mother with two kids and tears running down her eyes?

Where is the church? The people who will fight for the right to be free
They fight and they march, and they shout like it’s the year of jubilee
It’s souls that need to be won, it’s shackles that need to be undone,
We should not stop until every black man, woman or child is free from the slave masters gun
The Calm
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The Calm  24/M/Baltimore
(24/M/Baltimore)   
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