Not an idolater

 

See the tray 

See the ray - it’s filled to your…

See the tray - it’s filled with drinks 

One of them is yellow and the others are… 

Color of your soul,

It’s bleeding thru. 

I see it all around you. 

You can’t deny that your aura 

Is a little louder than your speech 

And I don’t really care to hear it anyway.

Your hair? it’s receding everyday. 

Mine? Only seizing the day…

What is this vagabond? 

What’s he rambling about? 

Couldn’t care less to be completely honest 

I live my life, I’m not an idolater 

I try to live as God put me here 

Song link https://drive.google.com/file/d/1DG8_w476U0p3M4aG9XrN1m4pWqSr6Iyx/view?usp=drivesdk