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