PremRock - Jesus Loves Me lyrics

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Now I don't go to church on SundayI don't memorize no script, or no verse.Don't kneel inside a pewI will leave that up to youI got a different way to keep up my searchI don't study them books of the bibleI never looked at my neighbor as a rivalI feel good about my planWalkin' hand in handMy savior don't need no titleCall it what you wantI just call it how I see itYour beliefs are your beliefsAnd Mines are all I ever neededWe all bleed the sameWe all experience painI just got a diff. way to speak to Jesus I'mJust saying...No numbers or Deautoronomy no alter boy sodomyNo chronological propped up prophets of pietyJust me.. just himI rap to him my sinshe tells me sing it againI been baptized by the waters of my mindCause we all sons and daughters no borders no linesNo short order salvation ways to defineJust the waves that we allign through spacing and timeI rise up the morning with the strength in my bonesKnowing my man'll hold me downIf I can't do it on my ownAnd we don't gotta talk in publicWe holding our own discussionWe just do it our own like Fuck itI know Jesus Loooves MeMaybe just a little more, moreNo sinners, no saintsMeet me at the middle of the dayWe can dance outside the liquor storeIts goesI know Jesus loooves meMaybe just a little but more, moreYou can miss me the judgmentSorry I'm not budgingI'll be ready for my curtain call..It goes 1.2.3As you lay me down the sleepMy soul is mine we all gotta earn our keepAll 7 days I view the same at the end of the weekNow this ain't sacreligous in the least bitI'm just trying find some answers to my questionsNow you can try to shout me out when you're preachingAnd pass my sins around as collectionCheck it.Escape through my faithThough considered second rateGossip during lecture breaksEavesdropping by the collection plateTo the set the record straightAin't no life Im trying to replicateHeaven is a state of mindIs easy watch me elevateYou demonstrate your ties to lordDisguised inside all the flaws you ignoreClaim you don't discriminate but I can read the signs on the doorHe was bound to the crossFor the blind and the poorI've never been a man for semanticsThe life I'm leading now ain't unexaminedCall em agnostic or disenchantedWe don't see the same handprintIt's no great tragedy Let's have an understandingI walk to the beat of my own concreteTalk's cheap son we rolling to the gates to squad deepI find a nativity in all creativityDon't need religious imageryto liven up my Christmas treeNo Slanted century biasCan't pin this on Jews or Pontius PilateBut I'll wear the badge of heathenIf your hate needs a reasonYou yourself should define what's inspiring