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john wesley (rap) - talk to god lyrics

i just want to talk to god, i don’t want to talk to you
i don’t want to talk to you

i want to talk to god, get it straight from him
never leave his side, never led astray again
stay a human while / i erase questions
does selfishness differentiate from sin?
how balanced are choices and predestination
am i right in saying mega churches should be desecrated?
/ am i lying to myself through poetry
how could i ever think i’m giving enough to those in need?
/ / it’s like i’m wired to self-maintain
am i tempted to sell mainstream?
i’d get rid of all of me that’s physical
if it wasn’t so unoriginal
so typical, i’m so typical
take a look around and believe that i’m miserable
just want to talk to the creator and be with god
so my self-awareness can quit and my speech can stop
time stands still, i can’t reach the clock
i can’t k!ll myself, but i’ll agree to watch
what am i doing, am i supposed to know?
i can’t buy a “yes” or get close to a “no”
do i just chill and keep waiting
or do immediate bold measures need to be taken?
if life is predestined, god doesn’t need me praying
and m-ss suicide is the destiny that he gave us
taking our lives in the middle of this charade
hear the sermon, and all we hear is “hooray’
i want to talk to god, tell me how messed up we are
cause i feel so far from understanding and afraid
god, how can i best serve you?
i need more than interpretations of you and a list of virtues
does everybody get an equal opportunity?
to live eternally or is judgement dealt brutally

i just want to talk to god, i don’t want to talk to you

in that aspect, i ponder unity
if i talk low of myself, does that dishonor you or me?
how off am i, from how i imagine you
why doesn’t satan leave forever when you ask him to?
i don’t know if i make you happy or disgust you
but i know these are questions i am asking because i love you
life for me has gone nowhere, nothing satisfies me
mistakes cost me life, the past can be pricey
i don’t know if they’re always around or if you send angels
i’m waiting to be lowered into my rectangle
so regardless of anything else i am thankful
i refuse to view life as the “same old, same old”
i don’t want to act the way you do just cause you told me to
my conversation with god is long awaited and overdue
don’t want to be swayed in beliefs because you do or don’t approve
how could you be the reason i’m in the afterlife with no excuse
god, my whole life was a struggle for you
every notebook i ever filled was full of genuine crisis that i wrote to you
and all of these feelings come from everyone telling me not to
lean on my own understanding, teaching me their own understanding
how could you have anything but your own understanding?
my head in entertained by the ghosts of my family
i don’t believe in unanswered prayers
just a huge box of expectations, there’s a good chance it’s there
the problem isn’t that you / have an imagination
it’s that you lack creativity and can’t sustain it
i don’t know if god created the world with a plan to save it
what to think of the old testament or i’m glad he waited
i want to be eternally where my creator is
fix my head, “will someone tell me where a piece of paper is?”
i won’t be stopped from writing a chapter
sometimes my eyes are the only way i can discern between crying and laughter

i just want to talk to god, i don’t want to talk to you

i see people and i get mad
i want god all to myself with a pen and pad
leave me alone in a darkened room
with a bit a light, a little life, and apart from you
how is it my mind tells me that i’m supposed to love
but my heart says these are people that i want to be disposing of
one drop of h-ll on the tip of my tongue
and the hatred that drips from my lips has begun
i’ll show you weeping and gnashing of t–th
jesus’ mom and the devil smashing his dreams
god is building the door and he’s casting the key
to tell you a secret satan wouldn’t be the last to believe
god’s abilities aren’t what is rationed to me
every single second, 12 million chances to breathe
john wesley isn’t going to go through life wasting it
my attic isn’t as haunted as my bas-m-nt is
the past is the past unless you thrust me back into it
my future is god’s, plus it’s that genuine
i believe in a higher being, i know i’ve been writing mean
but i know it was needed and i stand behind it finally
i’m ready for god, i just want to talk
and i don’t mean from a book or by myself in the dark
i mean face to face, for a while, exchanging our minds
from the source, straight from his mouth, what he’s saying is right
what to do, how to live, where to be, who to give to
to know if the chaos in the world really is you
or is it your absence, does everybody get a chance
i can’t help, but cry out at the mercy of my thoughts on circ-mstance
god, you are god, and not man
god is never “if god can” it’s “god can”
i don’t want you to act how i do
i want you to do all the good you can, seek god’s purpose and put the past behind you

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