Generic hip hop artist - Resurrect the Lesson

“Resurrect the Lesson”

Verse 1
They put a halo on the podium, a seal upon the name,
Built a steeple out of doctrine, then wrote themselves the claim.
They traded linen for the ledger, prayers for passing dues,
Turned a teacher’s gentle whisper into laws they could abuse.

Pre-chorus
But he said, “Love your neighbor, love the one who hates you so,”
Not bow to golden empires or the men who pull the show.

Chorus
Don’t worship the portrait — learn what the picture shows.
Don’t worship the voice that tells you who to dispose.
The man gave us a lesson; the lesson was the plan:
Love breaks every chain — resurrect it, while you can.

Verse 2
They wrapped a story in a banner, sold salvation for a fee,
Made commandments into currency and miracles bureaucracy.
They seat their prophets on high pedestals to keep the people small,
While the teaching that could free us gathers dust upon the wall.

Pre-chorus
He taught the poor are palace, taught the meek will stand up tall,
Not crowns of flesh or parades — but freedom after all.

Chorus
Don’t worship the portrait — learn what the picture shows.
Don’t worship the voice that tells you who to dispose.
The man gave us a lesson; the lesson was the plan:
Love breaks every chain — resurrect it, while you can.

Bridge
They silenced marching footsteps, they cut the singer’s throat,
They buried voices in the dark that used to sing and float.
King’s sermon rose in footsteps, Lennon’s song became the spark,
Gandhi’s quiet thunder moved a nation from the dark.

Breakdown (spoken or soft)
You can murder a man, you can burn down a song,
But you cannot bury truth, it keeps moving along.
Their empires worry over what their statutes cannot hold —
The truth is not a trophy; the truth is not for sold.

Chorus (big)
Don’t worship the portrait — learn what the picture shows.
Don’t crown the messenger and forget the garden grows.
The man gave us a lesson; the lesson is the plan:
Love breaks every chain — resurrect it, while you can.

Outro / Coda
So fold up your gold, let the pulpit be unmasked,
Teach the children something honest — let the old systems pass.
When music, words, and footsteps knit the broken into one,
Resurrection is the chorus — the lesson marches on.