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letra de losin' my religion - deacon das

verse 1: another sunday morning service / up before the early bird to come into the church and same ushers greeting, same acolytes working, same seat every weekend as the day that i first went / as the deacons lead devotion and the choir singing worship man it’s like i’ve seen this circus a thousand times like i’m running in a circle, somebody shouting, crying while the pastor preach the sermon / sermon well, open up your bibles to john chapter 1 first and third versеs / jesus is the light yeah seems likе i heard this, searching for answers but like no one can see i’m hurting / hurting deep underneath the surface, praying for mercy but lord i wonder if it’s working / it just defeats the purpose when all see you doing your thing pulling the strings behind the curtains /

verse 2: sunday after sunday it just becomes a ritual / less original and more predictable, more biblical saints we get super-spiritual and if you was to say you was the lamb lord we would take your literal / typical like the apostles missing the miracle, embarrassing we don’t see the apocalypse it’s critical / at pivotal times in the midst of the blind like noah’s generation, lord just give us a sign or we will miss the truth that you’re the living proof and we play an integral part but we need a different view / difficult the visual that we forget of you, i picture the roman centurion guards as they spit on you, kick on you, hit on you, as you pray to the father lord forgive em for they know not what they do / and i know i was a fool just tryna do the minimum no different than the pharisees, your majesty i need to hear from you /

verse 3: ayo i’m so committed to grow that it’s no pretending i’m focused on goals / our approach that seems close but distant, flow consistent for the most position i know the difference between those that oppose and our codefendants, soldiers that’ll roll till we blow the engines and the pulp fiction with frozen tempers as cold as winter below and behold that we go to the globe with a rose gold flow that your soul’s been missing / chosen to put an end to that left open ending and close it / propose a toast to living is both a privilege and a pleasure, anything less is so forbidden / my soul’s been lifted by the holy spirit i know and listen that i’m molded in his image / moving from tradition to conviction, it’s a relationship with you lord, i’m losing my religion /

- deacon das

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