Usher: Hey Deak, I wrote a rap, can you add the music?
Deacon: Aw Usher, I’m a buzzard, I can’t sing
Usher: Do your best Deak, here are the words……
Pastor Pastor, Oh won’t you tell me please
Why you take so much money from the least of these
Don’t the scriptures say that what you do for them
You do unto Him……
Pastor Pastor Oh won’t you please explain
Why you’re rarely here when they cry out in pain
Don’t the scriptures say that what you do for them
You do unto Him….
Constantine would be proud of the church of today
Where all who come are encouraged to pay
Where men are exalted by the stories they tell
The pagan tradition is alive and well
Programs are bait and marketing prose is king
Big pretty buildings scream bling bling bling
Sermons are published and sold for great gains
As pastors travel the circuit in their private planes
For some odd reason, the laypeople stay mum
Every Sunday morning they continue to come
To practice tradition and listen some more
And fund the dreams of the pastor, while ignoring the poor
An Image of caring and concern, pastors portray
But when times get tough, they call the laymen to pray
And when money is requested for the poor, the budget is suddenly low
Oh where does the tithe of the poor people go?
But why fight it, why can’t we all join in the fun
We’ll go to Christian college, get a degree and with pride we can beam
We can all be appointed to a church of our own
And fleece the poor and naiive while we fund our own American dream
And when we approach our maker at the end of our reign
We’ll all proclaim how successful we’ve been
How we furthered the kingdom with our big pretty chapels
How we encouraged the laymen to care for the sick while we vacationed with our families
How we taught them to give to the poor because we used their money to buy our jets
How we used all the funds to fund programs to attract bigger and bigger crowds
To publish more books and sermons and and and and and……
You fill in the blanks…….
Copyright: Deacon & Usher Productions (hehe)
