do you love money?

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We all worship something. Whatever we give our time, money, & energy too might not be our “verbal” savior but it is our “functional” savior. The question isn’t “do” we worship, but “who” do we worship. This poem is me sharing about my journey to find that only Jesus truly satisfies. Everything else over promises & under delivers.

in your community is money your functional savior?

what is proper context?


You might say, I don’t believe in God, but the bible says not possible,

Everyone has saGod, whether or not it’s the God of the gospel.

You might not believe in God, but everyone has that one thing that’s king,

Even the dictionary defines God as what “whatever we make supreme”

It’s a theme, a thread, it’s inside of all human beings,

The fact we all worship, and no it’s not just about singing.

I know some of you already like “Jeff I don’t worship, I put that on the shelf,”

But I say technically we all do, we just worship ourselves.

We all worship something, and to an object we’re all liable,

Ladies, to some your boyfriend is your God, and Cosmo is your bible.


Yet, we mock and we laugh at the Israelites Golden Calf,

But we do the same right back; it just looks different than that.

So question, what’s on your throne?

What do you chase so you don’t feel alone?

So what defines you, what do you give ultimate worth?

And what if taken from you would bring ultimate hurt?


Now see, that is your God


And all of us, we’ve sacrifice deep joy for shallow happiness, and honestly we look like fools,

We’re like full grown adults in the kiddie pool, going “oh man, this is so cool”

We are slaves to our possessions, we are always craving something new,

Reality check, if you can’t give it up, you don’t own it, it owns you.

That’s the bible, it says we’re all spiritual prostitutes, actually we’re worse.

Because at least prostitutes get paid for their works,

When all we get paid is a hearse


That’s why worship isn’t just behavior, it goes way into our core,

So ask yourself what is your God? What do you bow down before?

For example some of you in here don’t worship Jesus, you worship what He said,

Got theology in your head, but in your heart, poor, pitiful, naked, and dead.

Some worship in stadiums, some worship in bars.

We worship our posessions, we worship our cars,

We worship science, or we worship the arts,

But see it don’t matter what clothes your idol’s wearing, the disease is our hearts


Or guys, how come you always say, “ya I’m a man, because I’m in control!”

Yet why cant you stop having sex with your hand, while staring at your macbook pro

Then there’s those guys who trade their wives for their job at work

Where they give more time to their boss then their wive’s needs or hurts

And you ladies, no guy can love you more than jesus already has,

So stop getting your worth from Magic Mike, Jesus is so much better than that

I know you’re thinking, “so jeff, are you saying we should hate money, hate drinking, and never have sex.”

No, I’m not saying that. The bible says enjoy it all, in its proper context.


But now I want to transition, and make a spiritual incision,

Can you really tell me these things are the ultimate purpose of living?

Instead of worshiping the Creator of you and I,

We say screw you God I’ll take your stuff, but you can die.

But that trade is terrible, trading God for man

Its like God offers us water, and we say “but God, this is such good sand!”

You say, “a God that requires me to give up something” I just can’t fathom,

Yet most are willing to give up everything for a quick orgasm?

You call me a wimp for running to God when times get hard,

Yet you do the same, you just run to the bar.


I mean am I the only one that’s felt that gnawing within?

Am I the only one that’s felt the weight of my own sin?


But here’s what’s unique, so go ahead and critique,

but if hear anything in this poem, hear this one thing I speak.

Where we exchanged ourselves for God, thinking we could be Him,

He exchanged himself for us, absorbing all our sin.

God put on flesh, and do you see how we treated him?

The ultimate war veteran, because he was killed for our freedom.

Nonetheless He was thinking of you and me, with every whip that beat em,

And to think he did that knowing full well we’d say nah, we don’t really need him.

But like a Father, he couldn’t bare his children to not be free

So he thought up that tree, paid our fee, for specs of dirt like you and me

So my plea is let Him restore His proper place,

I promise you He loves you right now. Just trust in His grace.

Because before I leave, I’ll leave you with this

What of those other things you worship took nails in their wrists?

Or how about when was the last time money or sex forgave you?

Whens the last time your boyfriend set you free from all you’re enslaved to?

What else is there that died so you could be made new?

Or when’s the last time the world promised satisfaction, and actually came through?

how many look at the world thru a “portfolio”?

feel like im racing the clock attempting to attain the knowledge of the plot
and im, governed only by time.
You see the light is the mind
That be illuminating the darking when your tring to find
the truth, the message the evidence of somthin more.
that which blessed us gives us only what we can afford.
So im sure ill be knockin down the door
screamin up the the creater singin I want more
cause to find the truth thats exactly what you gotta do
the truth aint somthin thats gonna come find you
this life is but a small window into the whole
we must acheive the wisdom here before its time to go

or will you not know and just float into blackness
create your own prison cause you are distracted
infact its ironic but it really is simple
but to think you have it figured out and dont thats detrimental
how you gonna learn when youve settled on the wrong answer
chip on your shoulder thats equivalent to mind cancer
blockin out the knowledge you might gain
see even concrete facts become eroded by the rains of change
to not change that is impossible 
the emotion of complacency is just another obstacle
sure to face it everyone does
but will the fire forge you or will you break or bust
ive had enough, and I aint waitin on the sidelines
I wanna spark the revoloution hidden in the idle minds
sign of time when so many individuals
can deprogram the message hidden deep within my sylables

Revoloutionary rapper not afraid to fight a war
but if I fight a war I wanna Know exactly what im fightin for
dying for, freedom is the main component
take advandage now you gotta show that you own it

Cause it aint to much longer before it all gets quite
when the only people speakin are the only people dying.
look history aint just a story in a book
how you gonna learn a lesson if youve never even looked

shooks what you feel when your hit with revelation
that everyting youve ever know is just a fabrication
lies and distraction from the day your born
from the sunday school preacher to the signs on the lawn

I just yawn know waitin for the break down
the traffic stops and the mandatory shakedowns
body scanners for the people that pass by
when every street corner has been fastend with electric eyes

ask why but its not concealed 
they put it right there they even print it on your dollar bill
real is real take a look at your home
because the world that were livin in is modern day rome

but im gone when I get my chance 
but right now im here so im gonna make some people dance
close my eyes for a minute zone out on the beat
because the vision is contained in the words I speak

Revoloutionary rapper not afraid to fight a war
but if I fight a war I wanna Know exactly what im fightin for
dying for, freedom is the main component
take advandage now you gotta show that you own it