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letra de idk - john wesley (rap)

everyone seems to know what happens when you die, but you know what (i don’t know)
and since every religion is correct, let me go ahead and tell you that (i don’t know)
and since you have existence figured out and you understand everything (i don’t know)
i guess god existing or not is so obvious, but forgive me (i don’t know)

another sheet of paper, another release of anger
if you don’t like it i’ll meet you in person
and when you p-ss me off i’ll have you tell me which one of these is safer
i have a tendency to use my fits of anger to rearrange your
faith, outlook of life, and view from the top
i’m trying to make it possible for you to survive
what if jesus had never gotten judas involved?
would the outcome have ruined us all?
i have p-ssion for what i do, but i keep making more trouble
i practice what i preach but often i have sore knuckles
i have a difficult time remaining calm when i’m upset
oh, how easy it is for the rich to die in a pile of debt
you learn that most of the time a smile’s deceptive
it’s hard to dwell when your mind’s moving a mile a second
there’s no time to think, when all you do is just think
and you just want to be, i have plenty to believe

how do i stop from wanting to die, and possess knowledge?
god, i want to be happy with less and less profit
delight myself in christ in this life, and i ain’t leaving ‘til i’m satisfied
there are no secrets in the afterlife
and even if so be it i’m the last alive
all my soul will ever l-st for is to be with jesus in paradise
give a f-ck if you believe it or not
i’ve spent my life looking for happiness, you find it unlikely there’s a god
evidence and facts aside
why would i invest in the world and not eternity, live life and learn that it p-sses by
just like that, so your beliefs hope evidence exists
my beliefs observe and yearn for something better than this
and life is what you make it, but temporary
sometimes my mind can ensnare me; maybe we don’t hate the thought of an afterlife;
we just hate the waste of time that we’ve spent preparing
so naturally we’re more acquainted with the cemetery

tell me that i won’t mock one of satan’s angels; dare me
there ‘gon be an angel buried in the sanctuary
while you’re talking salvation preaching how you achieve it
pounding on the walls, and the echoing of a demon, screaming’s
all your gonna hear, looking around like “what’s going on”
believers learning “all that i know is that i know i’m wrong”
and every time i wrote a song, all i’m thinking is that there’s a
heaven out there no imagination can impose upon

so when i say believers are wrong, or anybody
i’m saying there’s a mystery out there, unknown by anybody
unless you’ve tasted death or have ever been a cadaver
n0body knows, but some desire every answer
i finna make it so complicated to comprehend
i’ma make it so lyrics are considered as contraband
how did so many find contraceptive for common sense?
“honest men” stand atop their obsolete accomplishments
i’m speaking in a figurative language
so it’s okay to say that i have my finger on trigger, i’m aiming
i alleviate irritation with a little alliteration
or if you’re allergic to allegories of where a sinner’s faith is
i’m speaking in a figurative language
so it’s okay to say that i have my finger on trigger, i’m aiming
i alleviate irritation with a little alliteration
and if you’re allergic to knowing, take faith into consideration

- john wesley rap

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