can random get more direction?

[Jimmy the Gun]

These poets won't battle,
in the corner I'll pout
drink gin till I'm dizzy,
drunk drama queens flout
"Like hi I'm a Christian, and can't prove a thing,
my god is my youth group, all together we sing"
Do you sing to a god,
kiss priests' hands so He'll listen?
are you healed using prayer,
admit your sins be forgiven?
found a loophole in the dogma
cause it reeks of pure madness
no savy drinking Guiness,
getting fat is the badness,
shoot meth, zone out
my sane falls to pieces
selling blow sketchy teachers
setup shop by the bleachers
slang to moms with kids
and kids packing guns
who wash out my funds
using crooked gay nuns
no I'm not done,
I'm far from being started
or mabey plain retarded
too god damn smart for Harvard
these terror Muslims martyred
no peace, we're fucked, war's started
peace