More Wicked Dan Da Pagans Dey Displaced
2 Chron 33:9
“More wicked dan da pagans dey displaced
Judah was a messed up disgrace!
How could it get like dis?!
Da Lord, you know, got t’ be pissed!
Wha’s up wi’ so many jack-asses?
Dey brains mus’ be slow as molasses!”
So goes the complaint of the masses.
Comes, then, the prophet of God:
Well, his loins are girded
He’s got sandals on his feet
And a staff in his right hand.
Got a place to go
And some folks to overthrow;
They got wicked all over the land.
So bring us a prophet today;
O Lord, You got to show us the way!
Refrain:
We got to stand strong; Give us that bong;
We really don’t care what You say.
(Repeated tune)
Don’t wanna work; rather sleep on the hay;
We’re livin’ for ourselves always.
(Performed with Classic Black American style)
14 Feb., 2022
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