Damn

Alright, a little bit of satire for ya, nawmean... [Verse 1] Gold rush for that junk we can't 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 breath 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 Lennon 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 [Verse 2] Dopamine 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 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 your's neither But how you gonna wish it out of being? And tell the Author of Life 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"