THE UNQUALIFIED ARMY (Pharisees in Rolexes)

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(Intro)
(Sound of a church organ playing a traditional hymn, but it suddenly distorts and breaks down into a gritty, heavy hip-hop beat. The sound of a prison cell door slamming shut.)
"They counted us out before we opened our mouths.
Ex-junkies. Ex-sinners. Ex-cons.
They want the testimony, but they don't want the scars.
Well, I got news for the pulpit...
Jesus didn't come for the healthy.
1919. Watchman, expose the fake."
(Verse 1: The Church Junkie)
You see a man with tattoos and a past full of pills,
And you judge me while you're sitting on your high-horse hills.
You call me an 'Ex-Addict,' try to keep me in the back,
But I’m the one the devil fears because I know how to attack!
Let’s make it plain, let’s cut through the noise,
You’re playing church games with your religious toys.
Running 'round the sanctuary, screaming at the air,
While the sinner in the back row is leaving in despair!
You’re a Church Junkie, addicted to the show,
Addicted to the lights and the status and the glow.
But you never step a foot in the gutter or the street,
Where Jesus is washing the dirty, broken feet!
(Chorus: The Anthem)
I’d rather be an ex-junkie filled with the Ghost!
Than a polished-up Pharisee bragging at his post!
We don't look like your seminary, we don't fit your mold,
But we’re the Army of the Lord that the prophets foretold!
Forged in the prison, forged in the pain,
We’re the only ones willing to stand in the rain!
So keep your Rolex watches and your mile-high hair,
We’ll take the desperate souls that you don't wanna share!
We ain't qualified? That’s just fine with me!
'Cause deliverance makes a Warrior, it makes us Free!
(Verse 2: The Resume of Grace)
You want to check credentials? Let’s open up the Book,
Let’s see who the Father actually went and took.
He didn't grab the scholars with the degrees on the wall,
He grabbed the tax collectors who were destined to fall!
He grabbed the fishermen smelling like the salt and the sea,
He grabbed the felons and He gave them the key!
Look at Paul—a murderer, a killer of the saints,
God trusted him with the Gospel without any restraints!
So why you blocking the door for the man coming in?
Just because his clothes smell a little bit like sin?
God is not the author of confusion or the hype,
He’s the author of the fruit that is ready and ripe!
(Verse 3: The Fruit Check)
Galatians 5, read it and weep,
It’s about Self-Control, not acting like sheep!
If you’re scaring off the lost with your chaos and your pride,
That ain't the Holy Spirit—that’s just you inside!
You judge me for the needle I used to put in my arm,
But your tongue is a weapon doing ten times the harm!
You disqualified the soldiers that were built for the fight,
Because we remind you of the darkness you try to keep out of sight.
But we are dangerous to Hell, we are dangerous to sin,
While you’re worried about the carpet, we’re bringing them in!
(Bridge: The Challenge)
(The beat strips back. Just a heavy kick drum. Thump. Thump. Thump.)
"Go therefore.
Make disciples.
That was the job.
Not 'Go perform.' Not 'Go judge.'
So ask yourself this, while you’re sitting in your comfort:
How many souls have you walked to the water lately?
How many addicts have you loved into freedom?
Or did you just judge them into silence?
We are rising.
Not because we’re perfect.
But because we’ve been delivered."
(Outro)
(The sound of a massive choir humming "Amazing Grace" but with a trap beat underneath. Anthony’s voice is final.)
"The Unqualified Army.
We are the 1919.
Forged in the cells.
Healed in the spirit.
And we are coming for the lost... whether you like it or not.
King Spades.
Amen."

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(Intro) (Sound of a church organ playing a traditional hymn, but it suddenly distorts and breaks down into a gritty, heavy hip-hop beat. The sound of a prison cell door slamming shut.) "They counted us out before we opened our mouths. Ex-junkies. Ex-sinners. Ex-cons. They want the testimony, but they don't want the scars. Well, I got news for the pulpit... Jesus didn't come for the healthy. 1919. Watchman, expose the fake." (Verse 1: The Church Junkie) You see a man with tattoos and a past full of pills, And you judge me while you're sitting on your high-horse hills. You call me an 'Ex-Addict,' try to keep me in the back, But I’m the one the devil fears because I know how to attack! Let’s make it plain, let’s cut through the noise, You’re playing church games with your religious toys. Running 'round the sanctuary, screaming at the air, While the sinner in the back row is leaving in despair! You’re a Church Junkie, addicted to the show, Addicted to the lights and the status and the glow. But you never step a foot in the gutter or the street, Where Jesus is washing the dirty, broken feet! (Chorus: The Anthem) I’d rather be an ex-junkie filled with the Ghost! Than a polished-up Pharisee bragging at his post! We don't look like your seminary, we don't fit your mold, But we’re the Army of the Lord that the prophets foretold! Forged in the prison, forged in the pain, We’re the only ones willing to stand in the rain! So keep your Rolex watches and your mile-high hair, We’ll take the desperate souls that you don't wanna share! We ain't qualified? That’s just fine with me! 'Cause deliverance makes a Warrior, it makes us Free! (Verse 2: The Resume of Grace) You want to check credentials? Let’s open up the Book, Let’s see who the Father actually went and took. He didn't grab the scholars with the degrees on the wall, He grabbed the tax collectors who were destined to fall! He grabbed the fishermen smelling like the salt and the sea, He grabbed the felons and He gave them the key! Look at Paul—a murderer, a killer of the saints, God trusted him with the Gospel without any restraints! So why you blocking the door for the man coming in? Just because his clothes smell a little bit like sin? God is not the author of confusion or the hype, He’s the author of the fruit that is ready and ripe! (Verse 3: The Fruit Check) Galatians 5, read it and weep, It’s about Self-Control, not acting like sheep! If you’re scaring off the lost with your chaos and your pride, That ain't the Holy Spirit—that’s just you inside! You judge me for the needle I used to put in my arm, But your tongue is a weapon doing ten times the harm! You disqualified the soldiers that were built for the fight, Because we remind you of the darkness you try to keep out of sight. But we are dangerous to Hell, we are dangerous to sin, While you’re worried about the carpet, we’re bringing them in! (Bridge: The Challenge) (The beat strips back. Just a heavy kick drum. Thump. Thump. Thump.) "Go therefore. Make disciples. That was the job. Not 'Go perform.' Not 'Go judge.' So ask yourself this, while you’re sitting in your comfort: How many souls have you walked to the water lately? How many addicts have you loved into freedom? Or did you just judge them into silence? We are rising. Not because we’re perfect. But because we’ve been delivered." (Outro) (The sound of a massive choir humming "Amazing Grace" but with a trap beat underneath. Anthony’s voice is final.) "The Unqualified Army. We are the 1919. Forged in the cells. Healed in the spirit. And we are coming for the lost... whether you like it or not. King Spades. Amen."

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