Ain't Selling Nothing

They call me a loser but that’s an odd thing to state, how can I lose if I refuse to participate? I don’t play for money, power or fame; I turned in my jersey this ain’t my kind of game. I’m not on the field and i ain’t sitting the bench, I’m clothed in righteousness not Abercrombie and Fitch. The more that I lose the less that I lack, the yoke is as light as the shirt on my back. I ain’t selling nothing I’m here to give it away; the gift that I give can’t be exchanged for pay. I extend my love freely with my arms open wide with holes in my hands and a scar in my side. He who loses his life will find it in me. Come find what you’re looking for come find and be free.