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letra de certain sermons - cam james

do i believe in god?
does she believe in me?

look
pastor told me think
on all the times when i needed help, and somebody didn’t blink
to have my back…
and in turn, i’m like that’s sh-t’s coincidental
wasn’t prayin’, or thinking ’bout jesus, despite my first parental
bein’ saved, the other one’s pretty anti-church, in several ways
they never got along, permanent residence on different pages
3 kids raised, half god fearing and then half estranged to that concept
mad jealous when somebody left
up in the back row of the pews, dodging invitations to altars
that alter yo mind, some indoctrinated patients
these doctors becoming preachers, study years to know how to twist
they language into persuasion, convincin’ you it’s not a myth
this god real but yours ain’t, scribbled false idols in bl–dy war paint
hopin’ that jehovah shows at every court date
’cause they on the side of righteousness, surely all they juries see the light
acquit, innocent on all counts of some minor sh-t
i sorta kinda miss, camaraderie in the sunday schools
when we was transformin’ these southern rules into somethin’ cool
quenchin’ the thirst, the precursors to all these verses
never cared much for religion, caught my heart wit’ certain sermons though

don’t like yo church man i don’t wanna go (they gon’ make you pray)
why you believe in that i wanna know (they gon’ make you pray)
i see the fire i don’t wanna go (they gon’ make you pray)
i’ll talk to peter i’m a rider doe

do i believe in jesus?
do i believe in god?
i got too many reasons
to disbelieve the plot

i been down on my luck a lot
but at the same time i had women hangin’ off the jock
my college days, and my last two ended wit’ her needin’ a million miles of sp-ce
i done tried that love sh-t, and i’m jaded now
don’t n0body love for real, why the f-ck would i take this vow
i’m thinkin’ somethin’ exists, but he fell back to watch us be viciously
sacreligious…and we gon’ come back wit’ blisters from h-ll
i been confessin’ my transgressions to create that feelin’
hidin’ out from three women in a house party that breaks the ceiling
i done made karma’s acquaintance two times, now that’s a beyitch
paralyzed half of my face, and my lady called it quits in summer ’14
and good riddance ’cause she ain’t support dreams that i’m avidly chasin’
no time for a doubtin’ chick, i’m mad impatient

(went from actin’ out to impactin’ the house i’m reagan b-tch)
sermons influenced ya boy, but i never liked church
and i feel like i’m newly destroyed
’cause livin’ my life hurts, i just wonder how god works
been too many times, had me goin’ through it
like prisoners on death row who ain’t do it
f-ck the prosecution, k!ll the witnesses, i know i blew it
wait…except for the judge ’cause he special
honorable allah, accelerate to the bench wit’ no pedals
i need a brake for real
wonderin’ what place god has for a navy seal
’cause k!llin’ the right ones, and the wrong ones, that pays the bills
but, where the f-ck is yo conscience
daydreamin’ during these sermons my eyes open to the monsters like

darkness falls across the land
the midnight hour’s close at hand
creatures crawl lookin for blood
i saw yo’ pastor comin’ out the club
preach

- cam james

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