Skeptical Caskey (Ft. Michael Stokes)

[Verse 1]
Ya something about this organized religion
I don't like it
I use to go to church when i was younger
My hunger for divinity was infinity
Holy Spirit led it into me
Man something about this organized religion seem enemy
I know that god is the inner me
One love, Namaste
You can't always trust what the honest say
Some good people spend too much time inside they head try'na contemplate
They never get in touch with they soul
Never feel that one connected-ness with the whole
I ain't try'na say that God ain't real
Sayin' God don't need your ten percent
He ain't damning the innocent
We planning the immanent
This one here is for survival
Atheist say it's all a lie
And blame the Bible
Me, i think it's rather insightful, even vital
But you gotta learn to read on your own
And lead on your own
And learn to harvest seeds on your own
And be on your own
Solitude can reconnect the spirit
The mind is a place to adore
If you could clear it
And be near it
Without letting your thoughts steer it
Take hold of the wheel
This right here is a soldier for real
I swear we got an army that's enlighten
If you would only look for the truths inside of writing
Then you tried to find the meaning of life
And what is life-less