Next Testament - Sage Francis

«Find God!»

exclaimed the man, who lost everything he owned, looking stoned

I groaned back, «Find a job, here’s an application.»

Retaliation: «Here's a pamphlet.»

I said, «F**k this damn shit.»

My man flipped and threw his hand into his pocket

Pulled out a bible with a design that looked tribal

The Next Testament was its title

«Look it over.»

«A book?

Nosuh… what the hell does this have to offer?»

A small mirror on the bottom labeled «author»

That’s too impersonal

Irreversible actions leave our mind scarred

Looking for the answers.

«Find God!»

he said again

But I’m a veteran

Knowing that you are no better than or worse than

He compared my last enemy to my first friend

This bum gave me his shirt’s pen

«What the heck?

You’re completely tapped, thinking that I’m gonna' write you

out a check.»

He said, «What?»

I said, «WHAT!»

Snatched the book in hopes of finding a myth

Lifted up the front cover, broke the binding

«I bring peace, love happiness and unity!»

Usually I blow it off, but I said, «That ain’t what you do to me

What you do to me is bring pain, hate, ignorance, and false alternatives to my

community.»

He sat back and thought it over, with a look that’s sort of sober

He stared me in the eye and said «I don’t lie»

(Him or me? Me or him?)

Now we begin to quarrel over what’s historical

But that’s immoral questioning the oracle’s origin

We’re born through sin

«You need to save yourself,» he said

«But Jesus died for our sins.»

Then he said, «He ain’t dead.»

«He faked his death?»

I watched my man take a breath as if he had no more patience left

Then he embraced his chest

Looked as if the holy spirit was about to manifest itself

Mental health is what he lacked.

I should have known this

Without God, when we die every Earthling is homeless

I couldn’t look.

Tried to give him back his book

As he shook.

But it was stuck to my hand

What the fuck?

God damn!

Embellished in sin and with a devilish grin

This denizen could tell that I was selfish within

He started speaking in tongues that I’m unfamiliar with

I held the pen like a knife and threatened, «I kill your myth!»

Civilians drift into a state of violent anger

I can tell when I’m in danger so I stopped to take a breather

«Listen, I’m a non-believer with no faith, and I don’t want none either

It’s time for me to leave ya', take your book, I ain’t no crook.»

He said, «It's yours, like the world, read it good, there’s directions.»

I flipped through the pages, but they were blank, no deceptions

He mentioned, «Look deeper.

You’ll see it says more than you could share.»

I asked, «Where?»

He replies, «That's what the pen’s for.»