Bars Of Judgement

They sing “grace” but they lawless,
Still eatin’ swine like it’s flawless,
Sayin’ “Jesus saves” but deny His walk,
He kept the Law, why you mock?

Sunday church with a cross on high,
But Torah says that’s pagan lie,
You quote Paul but twist his scroll,
Peter warned that it’d cost your soul. (2 Peter 3:16)

You celebrate Easter with bunnies and bread,
But Yah said, “My feasts ain't dead”,
You canceled the Sabbath, replaced His Name,
But Yahushua never played that game.

Tzitzit swing while I preach the facts,
You preach "love" but don't watch your acts,
Law ain’t bondage, it’s holy and just,
Your pastor lied, you better adjust.

They got LGBTQ in the choir,
But Leviticus still calls that fire,
They say “don’t judge,” but that’s not Scripture,
Yah’s judgments ain’t no filtered picture.

You tithin’ up to build big screens,
While the poor can’t eat and the trap stays mean,
Still rockin’ crosses, fish on cars,
But worship graven images from Roman czars.

Ain’t no pork in the kingdom meal,
Still think Acts made swine a deal?
Nah, Peter had a vision, not a feast,
Stop twistin’ scrolls to excuse the beast.

You say, “Only God can judge”, that's fact,
But when He do, you won’t come back,
He gave you time, He sent you grace,
You spit in His Name and mocked His face.

You think salvation came for sin?
He died to cleanse, not keep you in,
He flipped tables, called out lies,
Said repent, or you won't rise.

You want blessings, but no correction,
Preach a cross with no resurrection,
You want heaven, but not the King,
You love the crown, but hate the ring.

Still keepin’ pagan holidays tight,
Sayin’ “He knows my heart” every night,
Yeah, and it’s wicked, that’s the Word,
You want your flesh more than His sword.

You hate the Law, but love the Book?
Then you ain't read what the prophets took,
Isaiah cried, Ezekiel warned,
Jeremiah wept, the Bride is torn.

Yah ain’t changed, He’s still exact,
Still split seas, still judge with facts,
Still requires set-apart walk,
Still rejects that lukewarm talk.

They got Hebrew names and wear long robes,
But don’t obey, just playin' roles,
Outward clean, but inside dead,
Whitewashed tombs, that’s what He said.

Ain’t no unity with false doctrine,
I divide like a sword, no option,
He ain’t call me to fit your frame,
He called me out to bear His Name.

So I spit scrolls, not self-esteem,
I don’t rap dreams, I tear down schemes,
I’m just dust with the fire inside,
Yah lit me up, now watch me ride.