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 (chorus) 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 you're outta luck give it up