You Ain't No Judge

Who said you was dead?

Did you not see the knife?

Who was it told you 

That you own you own life?

Bought and blood-paid for;

That's what you is. 

What you doin' sayin'

"Ain't none a His biz"?

See you done with the dark.

He set in you a fire. 

You wrong if you don't think so;

He was the high-price buyer. 

You can carve you arms,

You legs, or you chest, 

But He did all that bleeding

So you can has some rest. 

Come down offa you stand.

You ain't no judge at all. 

Daddy's made you clean

But you ain't that tall. 

You gotta Let it go; 

He's made it all fair. 

So shut up, breathe,

And be free as the air.