13 letters tossed aside, eyes blood red as he opens them to his surprise he's wakin up on time
Grind and rise
Day to day thats how he raised to survive
Never breaking for those prophets less its checks for his time
Yeah the world is messed up, and everybody knows it
But who is he to say he knows change, only folding
Bills that leave him in a clinic, so he Clinton
Cheat this life but stay on the hill
Can't let trials bend him
To an outsider seem like he independent
Bet he even have kids that look at him with interest
Not like he a killer, or robbin with techs
Stocks invest, job's market
Honest livin, barely lie unless its death
Kicks it with church folk, and haves deep discussions
But shallowly he doubts that it all comes something
Fuels his pride to think he's accepted and that he done but
Overtime, sudden death tests what he become

Consciously awake to a state of knowing he made the biggest mistake
How many times had they said he shouldn't wait
How many times did he brush this off and call it fate
Blind faith, didn't take the time to think
Am I good if my standards I don't meet?
Looked at others like he meek but now completely aware
He had time to seek if that which he clowned would make him a jester
Now his flesh is boiling with wounds never to fester
Worms checkin in and out while he beggin for a drip
Liquid nowhere near, and the only thing left to sip
Is the love that he rejected, present as his greatest fear,
Reflectin on loved ones grievin, thinking that he chill in heaven
Nothing less than perfection demanded, and he fell short
The only thing that mattered was knowing that Jesus Christ is Lord
Baptism and a prayer ain't excuse the danger
Now he met the God ignored, but sadly through His anger

Without a shadow of a doubt cast in the mind,
This is one valley you would never tread but leave behind
Probably thought the whole depiction fiction,
Liked the diction but may end up as one who fits the description
Folk who trust in their works, or words said on a certain day
Threw up a prayer, and now you live in any way that you pleasin
Some family passed before, surely you remember weeping
The most decent thing to think is they coolin with their wings,
Yeah I used to think the same, but we know there comes a day
When justice will arrive, and this time he's taking sins away
The harder way, and you won't be saved cause you were raised
To act a certain way or observe a certain day
Your lips may give praise, but the heart's far from surrender
There's no middle ground, He's either in your He isn't
If Heaven is the prize, Hell is what you gettin
Life is knowing Christ, not bout what he had trended

Historical evidence is blatant for those denying the life
Resurrected was the debate, not the fact that he died
Prime link to all of the scriptures, the difference between the casual believer
and those who really in it
Small snippets for the big picture, traditional sayings and superstition
And then there's wishful thinking
Like its for the G, and you have a mansion waitin to ease you in to live lavishly
Forget what happened see
Deep down, utopia's foreshadowed in these living creatures
But also conscience for the wicked deeds did
Question is, why does death leave em speechless
Search and see its, scriptures by fervent witnesses, not myths
Actual men, left their homes
To account, of His home
Matthew, Mark, Luke, Peter, John and yeah Paul
Brought the truth its only through Christ life is restored
And now set up for you
Is this witness I report
Forewarned
Only one way