I don't need drugs I don't need drinks I don't need things that make me so I can't think all I need is Jesus He keeps me holding on when Satan attacks he (Jesus) makes me strong
I was out of luck I gave it up
I don't need money I don't need cars I don't need things that "make you who you are" To Jesus I am famous that's my only strife I know my name is written in the book of life
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All the stupid things of this world will do you no good when you're in hell I'm talking 'bout Christ life for free I'm talking 'bout Christ can't you see
