I just want to make this clear
I am a believer
But sometimes it gets hard
My name is Dax
I just want to make this clear
I am a believer
But sometimes it gets hard
My name is Dax
[Verse 1]
Dear God
There’s a lot of questions that I have about the past
And I don’t want hear it from a human you made so you’re the last person that I’m ever gonna ask
Tell me what’s real, tell me what’s fake
Why is everything about you a debate?
What’s the point of love?
Every time I’ve showed it I was broken and it’s forced me just to only wanna hate
Why’s there only one you but multiple religions?
Why does every conversation end in a division?
Why does everybody want to tell us how to live but they won’t listen to the same damn message that they giving?
Tell me how to feel, tell me what’s wrong
I tried to call, pick up the phone
I’m on my own
Everybody says you’re coming back, then man why the hell's it taking so long?
Why do I hurt?
Why is there pain?
Why does everything good always have to change?
Why does everybody try to profit off another man's work then destroy it just for monetary gain?
Tell me are you black or are you white?
I don’t even really care I just really want to know what’s right
They been saying one thing but I’ve been looking in the book
And it seems like they’ve been lying for my whole damn life
Tell me where I’m going
Is it heaven or hell?
I just hope this message greats you well
I had a dream that I was walking with the devil
Don’t remember how it feels but I swear that I remember the smell
Looked me right into my eyes and told me everything I wanted could be mine if I gave up and decided to sell
But I said I’d rather die then get mine now I’m here no fear one man with a story to tell
[Verse 2]
Dear God
Where were you when I needed it?
When I fucked up and repeated it?
When they set the bar and I exceeded it?
My life is like a book that they’ve been judging by a cover but have never took the time to fucking read the shit
I remember telling you my goals and my dreams but you didn’t even answer so I guess you didn’t believe in it
I remember sitting with a gun to my head trying to ask you for some help but I guess you didn’t believe in it!
I don’t want religion I need that spirituality
I don’t want a church I need people to call a family
I don’t wanna tell my sins to another sinner just because he’s got a robe and he went to some academy
I don't wanna read it in a book, I wanna hear it from you
Don’t wanna learn it in a school because they’re hiding the truth
Don’t wanna talk about it to another fucking human being and that's only reason that I even stepped in this booth
[Verse 3]
Dear God
How do I take this darkness and turn it into light?
How do believe in a concept where I speak to a man I’ve never seen with my own two eyes?
How do I know that religion wasn’t made just to separate the world and create a whole disguise just to keep us in these chains while the rich get richer and the poor pray to you and perpetuate a lie?
How do I know this ain't some big joke?
How can I have faith when there is no hope?
How the hell does one man have 100 billion dollars and we still have people on the street that are broke?
There's a lot of things I wanna talk about and get off my chest
I can’t sleep 'cause the devil won’t let me rest
I used to know a fucking pastor in a church and I can still hear the screams of the kids he would fucking molest
[Verse 4]
Dear God
Do you hear me?
I’m supposed to fear you but you ain’t said shit so maybe it's you who actually fears me?
I don’t know the answer I just want to see it clearly
So many lies there’s a 1000 different theories
All I want to know is who really made religion because I know it wasn’t you but don’t nobody believes me
No more lies, no more death
Bring back King, bring back X
Please dear God let their souls rest
Protect who’s left and watch their steps
Dear God
I don’t want to have to ask you again
I just hope that you know that I’m still a believer so I’ll end this all by saying amen
It's Dax
Samo želim da se to jasno
Ja sam vjernik
No, ponekad to dobiva teško
Moje ime je Dax
[1 redak]
Dragi Bože
Postoji mnogo pitanja na koja imam o prošlosti
I ne želim čuti od ljudi koje ste napravili tako da ste posljednja osoba koja me nikad neće pitati
Reci mi što je stvarno, reci mi što je varanje
Zašto je sve o vama rasprava?
Koja je svrha ljubavi?
Svaki put kad sam ga pokazao sam slomljen i to me prisilio jednostavno samo želim mržnje
Zašto je tamo samo jedan od vas, ali više religije?
Zašto svaki razgovor završava u podjeli?
Zašto svi žele nam reći kako da žive, ali oni neće slušati isti prokleti porukom da daje?
Reci mi kako se osjećaš, reci mi što nije u redu
Pokušao sam nazvati, podići telefon
Ja sam na svoje
Svi kažu da ste vraćaju, onda čovjeku zašto, dovraga, to traje tako dugo?
Zašto ja povrijediti?
Zašto postoji bol?
Zašto je sve dobro uvijek moraju mijenjati?
Zašto svi pokušavaju dobit od drugog čovjeka posao onda ga uništiti samo za novčane dobiti?
Reci mi jesi li crne ili ste bijelo?
Ja uopće ne stvarno briga samo ja stvarno ištanje to znati što je ispravno
Oni su govorili jednu stvar, ali sam bio obličje u knjizi
I čini se kao da sam lagala za moj cijeli prokleti život
Reci mi gdje idem
Je li to raj ili pakao?
Samo se nadam da je ova poruka vam dobro velikana
Sanjao sam da sam hodao s vragom
Ne sjećam se kako se osjeća, ali kunem se da ću se sjetiti mirisa
Pogledao me ravno u oči i rekao mi je sve što sam htjela mogla biti moja, ako sam odustao i odlučio prodati
Ali sam rekao da ću radije umrijeti onda se moje sad sam ovdje bez straha jedan čovjek priču
[Redak 2]
Dragi Bože
Gdje si bio kad sam ga trebao?
Kad sam sjeban i to ponoviti?
Kad su postavili traku, a ja ga premašila?
Moj život je kao knjiga za koje su bili sudeći prema poklopcem, ali nikada je vrijeme za jebeni čitanje sranje
Sjećam se da sam vam govorim svoje ciljeve i svoje snove, ali nisi ni odgovoriti tako da mislim da ti ne vjerujem u to
Sjećam sjedi s pištoljem u glavu pokušavao pitati za neke pomoći, ali mislim da ne vjeruje u to!
Ne želim religiju moram da duhovnost
Ne želim crkvu trebam ljude nazvati obitelj
Ne želim reći svoje grijehe drugom grešniku samo zato što je dobio ogrtač i ode do neke akademije
Ne želim čitati u knjizi, želim čuti od tebe
Ne želim ga naučiti u školi, jer oni skrivaju istinu
Ne želim razgovarati o tome s drugom jebenom ljudskom biću i to je jedini razlog zbog kojeg sam uopće ušla u ovoj kabini
[Redak 3]
Dragi Bože
Kako iskoristiti ovu tamu i pretvoriti ga u svjetlo?
Kako vjerujemo u koncept u kojem ja govorim za čovjeka nikad nisam vidio svojim dva oka?
Kako ću znati da religija nije napravio samo odvojiti svijet i stvoriti cijelu masku samo da bi nam u ovim lancima, a bogati postaju još bogatiji, a siromašni moli za vas i produži laž?
Kako da znam da to nije neka velika šala?
Kako mogu imati vjeru kad nema nade?
Kako je, dovraga, netko tko ima 100 milijardi dolara, a još uvijek imamo ljude na ulici koji su slomili?
Postoji puno stvari želim razgovarati o tome i sići moje grudi
Ja ne mogu spavati „izazvati vrag mi ne dopušta da odmori
Ja se znam jebenu pastor u crkvi, a ja još uvijek mogu čuti vrisku djece bi jebeni dosađivati
[Redak 4]
Dragi Bože
Čuješ li me?
Trebao bih te se boje, ali ne kaže sranje pa možda to si ti koji me zapravo boji?
Ne znam odgovor samo želim jasno vidjeti
Toliko mnogo laži ima 1000 različitih teorija
Sve što želim znati je tko je zapravo napravio religiju, jer znam da nije vas, ali nemojte me nitko ne vjeruje
Nema više laži, nema više smrti
Vratiti kralja, vratit X
Molim dragi Bog neka im duše počivaju
Zaštitite koji je lijevo i gledati njihove korake
Dragi Bože
Ne želim da vas opet pitati
Nadam se da znate da sam još uvijek vjernik pa ću završiti sve ovo govoreći: Amen
To je Dax