Death To Religion

Death To Religion

By: Elaina Grace Morgan

Guys starin'

Life's barren.

Looking for strong arms to do my carryin'.

My world's a dirty turn key.

Come in and out as you please.

Please!

Are you kidding me?

I'll play your games not because I'm lookin' for love.

I'm lookin' for fun.

I know better.

I'm just caught up with what's underneath that sweater.

Truth is I got so sick and tired of poppin' pills.

Wanted to forget how I feel.

I was always real,

An open book for those who even cared to take a look.

I was hooked.

Yeah, daddy's a pastor,

But I ain't got green pastures.

Mama told me I was mental.

Church folks were judgmental.

All I needed was somebody to be gentle.

Well I was not born this way.

Other people tryin' to make me think I had gone crazy.

Sick of hearin' so I'd be blarin' Jay-Z.

To numb myself from right and wrong.

Destroyed and broken with no home.

All I wanted was a place to call my home.

Fast forward..

Moving towards

The one day that year where I spoke the only prayer I prayed.

"God help me."

Well He answered in a different way.

If you know me now

I've come a long way from then.

I believe in Jesus and it wasn't because of them.

I've gone onto eternal life 

'Cause I died to my flesh

Instead of living for my flesh

To reach eternal death.