Jesus Lived in a Motel Room

I had to tell you Don't you feel fear Done telling people no need to say I had to tell you Why can't you hear Anxiety surrounding me I had to tell you There's no big deal It happens all the time So honestly not a thing to fix My mama always told me Don't waste a minute Nirvana as how it is And papa always told me Vigilance vivid Or you will loose what you got Then they both tried to warn me Closed door falls into silence I'm drifted too far away Then it went out of sight and No outline's left Now time to go back Ocean of tears Before the sailing gonna turn back Now it's the time to go back My tongue can make or break Before I slip and realize Yeah it's the time to go back He hasn't figured it out Guess I should have to go back Maybe I'm bout to go to hell Something's are roaming It's so hard to pull it out Choose which praying hands will be on top of the other hand I look for my bible to shore Think I left my bible 'bout around here somewhere So I go through the table, under my bed to figure No I should better get down on my knees Knocking on the heavens door it maybe hell it could be Focus on to focus I close my eyes Then Oye yells Choose which praying hands will be on top of the other hand I look for my bible to shore Think I left my bible 'bout around here somewhere So I go through the table, under my bed to figure No I should better get down on my knees Knocking on the heavens door it maybe hell it could be Focus on to focus I close my eyes Then Oye yells