The only thing I said was: I'm religious.
And you know what they whispered?
She must be a Jesus freak.

But in the beginning the teacher said I just needed to sit down and speak
About the things that I think
Yet they're ignorant of just how much that one sentence made me sink.

My spirit fell down
The young heart that nested beneath my lungs filled with water, I knew I'd drown
They almost made me cry.
But why?
My God was never shy.

And as I got older
My once frail heart got bolder
Because I am not a Jesus freak
And I'll never let my faith leak

Let me explain something
Just because I'm a Christian
That doesn't mean that I think anyone different from me will burn in Hell
From Instagram to God tv
People think they know me

Who I am and what I believe in has been relegated to preachers with Bentley's and private jets
Extremists like the Westboro Baptist church
Men of the cloth who take advantage of little boys
Those pimped out bishops who take from the needy and send to an offshore account
Account
Accountability is paramount
I can only answer for me
Myself
And I

But real talk,
I'm not a Jim Jones kool aid drinking idiot
It's people like that
Who make the blood coursing my veins feel like thumb tacks
Who make raised hands on a Sunday morning seem like a solute to a cult
Who make all of His children appear weak minded

No, I don't think the air in your lungs
the Grand Canyon
the fetus in that mothers womb
Was solely from that one big
BANG

But they tell me seeing
Is believing

Try and see this

I
Am not
A Jesus freak