It’s Me GOD versuri

Versuri Adia & Jae feat. AE, Dani, Jackson – It's Me GOD lyrics

I doodled dusk across a blank and sneezed out constellations
A shrug, a smirk —
The first edition of forever
Hear me: brilliant, bored, mildly insolent
I kneaded clay and called it mercy
Kneaded dust and called it man
Whispered Adam and Eve into the dark
And watched the world expand
Taught them taste, forgot restraint —
They learned to point and blame
Eden’s roses turned to rumor
Gossip pruned the name
Why file your kindness under „maybe” and your anger under „great”?
Is wisdom shy, or are you allergic to the fine of fate?
I am the author with a crooked pen
I grin at what I’ve spun
I made the joke, I set the stage —
Then watched the actors run
A paradox in velvet sleeves
I wink — the jest begins
Who footnoted your mercy
And who’s laughing at your sins?
I made the stars —
You made the scars
Who taught you how to blame?
You shout my name in thunder
Then whisper it in shame
God with a crooked grin
God with a crooked plan —
You curse the hand that shaped you
Then beg it to hold your hand
Who’s the author, who’s the fool?
Who’s the teacher, who’s the tool?
Sing it loud, then fold your hands
Forgive the joke, or change the plans
I made the stars, you made the scars —
Who taught you how to blame?
Raise your fists at heaven
Then fold them in the sand
I am the joke you curse, the author you demand —
Sing loud, then kneel: forgive me
Or forgive your own command
Cain clenched a fist and called it legacy
Abel kept his hands clean
Brothers sold their names for headlines
Traded mercy for a screen
Noah packed the animals, two by two —
I lost a sock on the ark, true
I taught autocorrect
And the snooze‑button sin
Toast lands butter‑down — that’s my little coup
They finger Lucifer for chaos
I just shuffled cards and grinned
You crown a color then complain the world’s askew —
Who taught you to divide and hide the sin?
You sketched us in a margin
Then blamed us for the smudge —
Who signed that clause?
You taught us how to hunger
Then punished every cause
If you are the crooked author
Bend your pen for once
I plead: Teach us how to hold each other
Not how to sharpen greed. I made the stars —
You made the scars, who taught you how to blame?
You shout my name in thunder, then whisper it in shame
God with a crooked grin, God with a crooked plan —
You curse the hand that shaped you
Then beg it to hold your hand
Breathe. Unlearn the loudness
Let the small truth grow
Keep my crooked grin; keep your better self
Call it progress, call it mercy, call it help —
Or call it a joke we finally outgrow