The Gospel of Mustafa

I’m packing bowls with the priest
That’s when he leaned in to tell me
Son if you can find a deal better than this you better take it
You got no ambition, you got no income
Don’t worry about money because we all tithe in vibes

We got freedom in place of rules
We got hammocks instead of pews

It’s like somebody made a cult just for you
And all your friends that point and laugh
Will be singing a different tune
When they see somebody made a cult just for you

I’m skipping stones on the beach
When the swami started to tell me
Son if you can find better times than these you better leave
Come and go as you please and if you don’t want to read
All of our books are large print, double spaced, and brief

We got hammocks instead of pews
And every hymn is a stone groove