The flute of the wind ignites the dance of the brown leaves
They descend in mockery and perch on a head that grieves
“No food for a lazy man” so says the mangoes
They cling on their tree and won’t fall until the man goes
But those that think he’s lazy should first check the church
He’s a sanctuary keeper, he sweeps, mops, cleans and such
Yet poverty has swept him with a very long broom
Stomach worms speak in tongues as he kabashes in his room
“Take the whole world and give me Jesus, I’m a believer”
“Sinners repent or perish” blah blah blah, rapture fever
His life is slow so he’s forced to fast
“This world is not my own, vanity upon vanity won’t last”
In the neighborhood, he can never win a soul
How Na? Even the asphalt frown at the step of his shoe sole
Mr. Self righteous, everyday one shirt, one trouser & one shoe
Even the poor sinners around him are like “shoo”
Lazarus was sure of the crumbs from the rich man’s table
He will insist, “God’s time is the best, my God is able”
That won’t be oily to the throat of the wind, sorry
Christ principle is prosperity, so don’t worry
I will call you a no good Godly pauper
Even in heaven, you won’t be a champagne popper
It’s not enough to be righteous and take Holy Communion
Salvation is incomplete without financial dominion
Remember wealth and riches accompany the righteous
When God looked for a friend, he never found Lazarus
The wings of the bible are strong but u don’t fly
Quit crawling and remove the log in your eye
So if you only give a hoot about rapture and the marriage supper
I think it’s proper to call you a Godly righteous pauper
Stop blaming the innocent village witch
The nails of the scripture can scratch that itch
My brother in Christ, scripturally let’s strike a balance
And put a needle in the balloon of ignorance
Heaven is for both the poor and rich
But here on earth, if you are not rich you no reach