Messy…Sade…Jezebel. See, we've all got a measure of influence just like her. She was a Queen and a Princess. But what we do with it is up to us...

Use it for good or evil evil/look how she plots the sequel/ Greedy for Naboth’s land, she starts to beef with him/ He’s a man of honor, defending his father’s property./ Won’t let it go, not even for their offers./ The manipulation begins, she rounds up the cities two most evil men./ They set him up with the perfect frame and blame him for blaspheming the Kings name/Aint a thing changed/ We got Naboth’s in our lives/ We use our power to outcast and ostracize the innocent with our influence/ Mock our lives/ After women who pretend to be authentic housewives./ See the difference between a privilege and a right/ is one of those positions could switch in the blink of an eye/So consider wisely who you might be if stripped of your title and left with nothing, but your life to speak.


Chorus: Jezebel, looks like a princess in Jezebel.

Use it for good or evil evil/ to influence people toward death or life, it’s in the tongue, fluent speakers, what’s your language barrier? We’re all carriers of power. Our mouths can devour the future, what’s it to you? We lose it, gain it back, it’s easier to tame a bat. Cause every Sunday we bless the Lord, with the same tongues that curse His daughters. James called it deadly poison. Poison. So, what’s your choice then? You’ve got a Queen inside. Jezebel, you’re royal. And can’t anybody ever take that away from you on the condition that your heart and soul remain true to His. The omnipotent judge. You don’t want these dogs licking up your blood. Trust me. You can bless me or curse me. Sticks and stones break bones, but your words can murder me…

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Use it for evil or good good/ I wish we would would/ taste and see, then make efforts to be just like the good Lord./ Ephesians 5:1, (why?) cause when it’s all done, people will only remember us for the way we loved./Crashing cymbals, yeah you’re a fashion symbol, swagger tight, yet you worship in Baal’s temple. Mad sinful & your characters flawed, you carry on, but your very own sins are the ones that will bury your sons. Generational curses, they’re looking back at you like “I don’t even deserve this”. Born inside mental prisons, the product of your decisions./ We decide the type of world that we live in/ by the way we live in it/ By the way we’re renting it/ Cause it belongs to the Master a.k.a. the Landlord/ See, what you do with your dash is what you stand for/ A stamp of sorts that you imprint with your influence.