A-Q, M.I Abaga - Jesus Said Use Your Head lyrics

Seems like this kids are
Just regurgitating bible verses
I don’t know if you really
Understand what it is that you’re preaching
The Bible says you’re to speak as
The oracles of God if you don’t want to talk
The way this bible talk
You should keep your mouth shut
Cause my interpretation belong to
God, Genesis Chapter 40, read it!

Oh my god, what’s crazy
Who the hell heal the world through this pain
Should we pray, should we call on your name
Jesus said use your head, use your brain
Jesus said, Jesus said
(use your head I got you)
Jesus said, Jesus Said

Holy communion, let me pass the bread
The communion of the apostle not


What your pastor said
I probably know more than what’s
In your pastor’s head
But, you listen to this and
Tell me that’s it sacrilege pay your tithes
Pay your tithes but they never say it right
Everything you paid them in tithes
Wouldn’t save your life
I want to make it to heaven
He said "he paid the price"
But, if it’s hell I promise
I go there in Mercedes ride
You refuse to pick up the bible to learn
What you don’t know will make
Your home a permanent earn
Knowledge is power
And that the power to get your life back
My brother, i don’t know it all but
I’m giving you life hacks
Jesus casted out demons with the word
Not with brooms and canes
Not with crosses and chains
Some others might be casted out
With faster than pain
We a generation of killers from
The bloodline of Cain
Let the children come to me you made slaves
Made them church workers without minimum wage
I told them to say the Lord’s Prayer
They said hallow be thy name
I asked them what it meant and
They couldn’t tell me plain
Using it in vain
Reciting what you don’t know about
Easily brainwashed when you don’t know
What you should know about
Empty vessels has you go
About churches on Sunday
Talking about what you don’t know about
You just gloat about
What you teach your kids is
What they teach your kids
But learn what to teach them
So the cycle repeats
And beg lord for wisdom so
You don’t beat your kids
Spare the rod and spoil the child but you
Can show me where your bishop lives
You should read about what freedom is
Religion is your prison and ignorance
Will be your synonym
I’m not trying to judge but
To be Christian is Christlike
Jesus called out the Pharisees when
They ain’t act right
Before you call me out, get your facts
I’m not for the trends
I’m just switching on for the flashlights
A man of God is still a man of God
Because we are all sinners we
Can have the dialogue
And I’m not trying to get half
Of y’all annoyed or paranoid
I can care less about your voice
From a mile of blood
Here’s something to get your mind right
More than half of your men
Of God are not Christlike

I know you said touch not my
Anointed but I’m just so disappointed
I don’t know whose your voice is, so how
Do I know what the point is, you tryna make
Did you not see the ceiling was falling
Did you not hear her screaming, and calling
Men of God accused of stealing, appalling
So who’s gonna rescue the feeble and fallen
Meanwhile see them proceeding with
What they calling
Speaking in parables like when you were
Here and you were strolling
Cause if I call them out by name
Carima homicide
But who’s gonna prophesize for
Those who prophesize, for prophe-sigh
A lot of ignorance in the church
I have so many friends who
Each insignificantly been hurt
I find myself just wishing that you
Emerge for those who actually search
It’s so noisy
It’s hard to get back to your word
But in the meantime is just a me and you time
No longer need to see signs
To know I’ll be fine, it’s not your design
It’s not favour over labour
It's favour for those who labour
The mercy and hand of God is
Really how we treat our neighbor
When we table our prayer before you
Say we seeking your face
You asked for voter ID and asked who
Did you vote in to place
Cause that’s security, healthcare
Better roads in your state
You took money to vote for who?
Be like you people dey craze
Religion is the opium of the masses
You want to know God is good
Here’s what to do, pay your taxes
Send your children to classes no
Matter the gender of child
The poor people you see begging their
Pain was meant to be smiles
So one Sunday instead of offering to me
Offer to them
Pay your doctors well and wash your diseases
You’ll be conquering
I’m your shepherd and you’re my sheep
Now listen, this is deep
Don’t let another sheep convince you
You a sheep

Jesus said, Jesus Said Use your head
Jesus said, Jesus Said