Damn
Gold rush
For that junk we cant touch
Got us reaching for the sky
Praying for a damn sign,
You don't get it,
Then you damn the divine,
Like God owes you dimes
Everytime that your chime ring,
I mean,
who gave you rights
to damn a single thing?
but emphatically demanding
an answer like you a king
who gave you breathe,
to man a single being?
a chance to command
your little brain to think?
Nawmean,
you ain't the start,
or the afterlife
Better shrink playing shrink
in His presence,
The real jesus,
ain't paying John Lenon penance,
He ain't republican
or bowing to the skeptics,
He don't owe us anything,
but a record,
but all you gonna say is "God damn",
if you reckless,
But little man got no power
in his presence,
but hot damn, you the man,
so damn his perspective
v.2
Dopemean
Be the dope in your lil dreams
What feel's good
is what determines
What you really think,
That's why you tried
to trash bag hell's meaning
like Hell naw,
Recall,
God wouldn't mean it,
That's too medieval,
to believe in,
Plus,
I don't approve of that procedure,
But since when did God,
have to ask for our allegiance,
Or persuade us,
to make us,
relay trust,
in what's conveyed in revelation
It's hard to stomach
I agree with,
But let me 95 my the theses,
Screw excuses,
we all glory thieving,
Jew or the Heathen,
Traded the Triune
for damn false teaching,
I don't like the thought either,
But my feelings
don't change what is
and yours neither ,
But how you gonna
wish it out of being?
how to re-write
the meaning,
There's mercy for the seeker
But you was like
"God damn, Peace,"
I don't need grace either