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the two as ONE
A@ branko zeljeznjak
2025-07-26 17:17:55
the two as ONE
B@ branko zeljeznjak
2025-07-26 17:17:55
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🔥 STREETGOSPEL: “I AIN’T NEVER LEFT” 🔥
(How Jesus would spit it today—raw, real, no cap)
🎤 Yo, listen up, streets.
I ain’t dead. I ain’t ever bounced.
I’m the light cutting through your fog, the heart beating in the mud.
I’m the breath you forget when you crash,
and the roar inside when your world’s on fire.
They brandished my name like a blade—
for clout, for cash, for churches, for pain.
Draped me in fancy robes, slapped shiny crowns on my head,
but my true voice? It never echoed off no marble altar.
I walked these gutters barefoot through blood and broken dreams—
with the cracked, the outcasts, the ones folks passed right by.
I ain’t hang with the fancy folk— I stayed with the real.
Not up in palaces; I held court in basements, in silence, in screams.
Y’all wanna know who I am?
I’m the one who sees you when nobody’s watching.
The one who stays when everybody dips.
I ain’t no show-off god—I’m your brother in the dirt.
They called me King—but I never drew a sword.
They called me Son—but I cried out for my Father.
I didn’t pray for golden temples—
I prayed for hearts that stayed soft when life got hard.
And you, church folks, with your stone columns—
when’s the last time you actually heard me?
I wasn’t in Latin, I wasn’t in incense—
I was in the traitor’s kiss and the widow’s tears.
I’m not comin’ back with fire from the sky—
I’m already here—
In every hungry child,
Every man who falls and rises again,
Every woman who fights fear with pure flame.
I speak to you, streets—
Not from diplomas, not from pulpits—
But right here under the overpass,
Where the sky’s black and hope’s running thin.
Think you too dirty for me?
Too far down? Too lost?
My brother, my sister—I’ve been lower. I still am.
I’m the one who climbs into your grave and pulls you out—
Not ’cause you’re good,
But ’cause I’m love. Period.
They sold me out, twisted me, hid me away—
but you can’t kill me.
I’m in your rage, in your laughs,
In your regret, in your courage.
And now you better catch this—
Quit playing games.
Drop the masks.
Start loving like it’s your last breath,
’Cause it just might be.
I ain’t far off.
I’m standing right here.
I’m that call inside telling you:
“Get up, brother.
Get up, sister.
Let’s rebuild this world—right now.”
✊ I AM JESUS.
Not the stone statue.
Not the scared god.
I’m the one who knows your heart—
And still loves you.
🕊️ Amen—for the streets. For all of us. For truth. 🕊️
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(How Jesus would spit it today—raw, real, no cap)
🎤 Yo, listen up, streets.
I ain’t dead. I ain’t ever bounced.
I’m the light cutting through your fog, the heart beating in the mud.
I’m the breath you forget when you crash,
and the roar inside when your world’s on fire.
They brandished my name like a blade—
for clout, for cash, for churches, for pain.
Draped me in fancy robes, slapped shiny crowns on my head,
but my true voice? It never echoed off no marble altar.
I walked these gutters barefoot through blood and broken dreams—
with the cracked, the outcasts, the ones folks passed right by.
I ain’t hang with the fancy folk— I stayed with the real.
Not up in palaces; I held court in basements, in silence, in screams.
Y’all wanna know who I am?
I’m the one who sees you when nobody’s watching.
The one who stays when everybody dips.
I ain’t no show-off god—I’m your brother in the dirt.
They called me King—but I never drew a sword.
They called me Son—but I cried out for my Father.
I didn’t pray for golden temples—
I prayed for hearts that stayed soft when life got hard.
And you, church folks, with your stone columns—
when’s the last time you actually heard me?
I wasn’t in Latin, I wasn’t in incense—
I was in the traitor’s kiss and the widow’s tears.
I’m not comin’ back with fire from the sky—
I’m already here—
In every hungry child,
Every man who falls and rises again,
Every woman who fights fear with pure flame.
I speak to you, streets—
Not from diplomas, not from pulpits—
But right here under the overpass,
Where the sky’s black and hope’s running thin.
Think you too dirty for me?
Too far down? Too lost?
My brother, my sister—I’ve been lower. I still am.
I’m the one who climbs into your grave and pulls you out—
Not ’cause you’re good,
But ’cause I’m love. Period.
They sold me out, twisted me, hid me away—
but you can’t kill me.
I’m in your rage, in your laughs,
In your regret, in your courage.
And now you better catch this—
Quit playing games.
Drop the masks.
Start loving like it’s your last breath,
’Cause it just might be.
I ain’t far off.
I’m standing right here.
I’m that call inside telling you:
“Get up, brother.
Get up, sister.
Let’s rebuild this world—right now.”
✊ I AM JESUS.
Not the stone statue.
Not the scared god.
I’m the one who knows your heart—
And still loves you.
🕊️ Amen—for the streets. For all of us. For truth. 🕊️
Sources
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