Tripping on a Dream

 

Why do I do what I do?

This goes out to the haters, perpetrators, and those who don’t have the ability to be real

I’m going to stick to what I know I feel

Don’t censor me because I’m not the typical

You stereotype me because of what I listen to

Let me tell you straight up on why your thinking is going down

You’re a copy cat of your own minority society

You will look and say how I can rock for God

Don’t even get me started, whoops I’m already halfway there

I am shouting from the rooftops when you are talking in tin cans

I write for my Savior not for you and your extinct fans

You can’t stay in your comfort zone and say you didn’t know

Your defense is full of willful ignorance

Just like a dog, you’ve been trained

You are told what to do and to think a certain way

How to talk this way

Do this, but never do that

You put an intelligent front up

But shallowness is exposed, and a unwillingness to learn

I feel that humans need to think for themselves

You complain about no unity, how are you helping

You want everyone else to change to your little ego

Give me your best shot, sounds nice but everything you’re saying is copyrighted 1686

My God created me unique, not a chirpy, pew stuffing, boxed figurine

You’re so concerned about following your super pastor

You lack desire of expanding education

You lack motivation to get the whole story

Starving to find a debate but thee have’th not thine evidence to win’th.

Can’t you see your increasing church separation?

Just being honest to the truth man,

you are lacking understanding in your one-view thinking

Sorry God created me to be real, if I don’t fit your molds

Hey, it is ok; let us see if your stereotype holds

What’s simply an issue of style has you off your seat

Throwing unthought garbage out and trying to win a hypothetical soul

Looks like ignorance blinded you

Can’t your eyes see that you are destroying those that mean well?

I do not understand the validity of your view

My God says pray to build other believers

Last I talked to you I got a 20 minute lecture on why I’m destined for hell

So I’m an enemy of the cross just because I like to listen to something with a beat

I must be the worst of sinners for all the clapping I do

Let me drop this on you

Who said what you listen to is from God and mine from Hell

That is what I thought; I will break it down for you

Simple minded little punk

You are scared to accept another style, why? Afraid of inspiration

If it invades your turf, let me stir up a storm

What is your defense for your lack of understanding?

I turned the light on mental dialogue; looks like you got some dusting to do

You gave it all you got, but I’ll admit I’ll never stop

Don’t tell me what I can think, say or do

I’m alive and I got some living to do

Let God do the judging, ignore what’s coming from the stereo

Moreover, look at what is coming from the heart

Sorry I must be tripping on a dream

What if the Church came together and agreed

It is about person flavor not a question about who is our savior