Lyrics

[V.1 - Phanatik] My mind is torn Between whether or not I should celebrate And whether it's time to mourn I should warn all listeners, all parishioners That this is such a drastic situation hitting us This requires the utmost sobriety Even from up-close it's hard to tell with such variety The trick is to depict between truth and illusion And not be fooled by confusion When the shots ring out And the block screams out your name When it's not peace out And the cops bring out the slain from the battlefield In the concrete jungle The lives of teens crumble under the weight of it all Either wake up or fall victim With the symptoms of synchronized sinning As it weighs on us all When my season's past and I breathe my last I'ma roll through heaven's gate like I had easy pass This life will be a memory kind of like remembering The days of yesteryear and hearing Ivory and Ebony But since the Savior set us free, it's urgent like a bomb threat You signed the dotted line, yes, there isn't much time left Chorus: Last writes, last chance to pass mics Living in these last days and last nights Mad strife, 9-11, last flight Life lessons leave questions, ask Christ [V.2 - Tonic] If I only had 16 bars of breath left in my lungs I'd use the 15th to stress the death to come And as life's alum, I'd let the very 14th stroke Explain how life got broke And wouldn't be nothing unlucky about the 13th line Except what it would say about the fate of mankind And since time wouldn't permit me to portray the 12th verse skit I'd spit a condensed gospel into 64 bit The holy converted would blow through the digital fog Warm it up, replay it for the world in analog Coz life is real, you can't process the feel Of what it's really like to be hit with hot steel Or even if you ain't been shot Life ain't like the PS2, the cube or the Xbox We dealing with a real person And he's dealing with real abomination, real iniquity, real cursing So he can't switch the virtual consequences That's like proper grammar without proper tenses So with 6 lines left I'd be pressed to beg you to trust Christ So you wouldn't meet death That's the whole situation the planet's facing God loves us but we love self, sin and Satan So with my last 2 breaths I'd probably pause Coz I got say all that's needed in only 16 bars [V.3 - T.R.U.-L.I.F.E.] With these bars and a beat to ride at this tempo I decided to engage the right side of your mental With something so simple that it could be detrimental If you let the words be words and embrace the instrumental My purpose for service is the Spirit's perfect working Tomorrow's not promised but the end of this verse is I hate to see the hearses for those who don't know They're cursed with eternity without God Coz they ignore the verses Don't harden your heart, listen up y'all He's worth it Need the resume, well let's start with He's perfect Jesus had to bleed just to free us And rose to leave us the Spirit to lead us We must see what keeps us from being believers So dig deeper coz the shallow promises of this world ain't worth ... Cursed is the man who was hanged from a tree Worthy is the Lamb who's hands got banged just for me Understand plans for the finer things ain't the key So I plant the seeds with hopes that you and your mans can read Between the lines and you'll find you sure can't breathe Without the God-man whose hands formed the land and seas