Lyrics (written by Dave Smith):
The proof is in the puddin' the youth is dyin' and ruined. I ain't buying what they rhyming' they lyin' i see right through um. Trying to get through to um. They crying that music bruise um accuse um and leave um stupid, crazy how they be chosen to die. Bobbin they heads to they lies. they moms and daddys they tried, but they can't save um or raise um so all these children they die. Bouncin they whips to des beats they sell they souls to des thieves they count they life as to cheap.. Im about to open they eyes. I'm about to prove it, grab a seat and watch me do it. Shark infested water I be navigatin' through it. No more noose's cuz the news is you done stumbled upon a new kid who laid down his will cuz he choose his for his glory alone I get ruthless. Toothless knocked out I'll still rep the King when Im clocked out. Get the chalk out this a dead man. Zombie music you hear what i said man. Get the Med van cuz the youth sick, from bobbin they head to that no ish. Get the blueprint get hit the archive and bow to his name like in Mark 5. Cause these marks lie over big beats sell they soul for big cheese. Give they hearts to big dreams and bow they knees to big weed. But the heats coming, big flames. and he don't care nothin bout money and fame your efforts in vain if you aint professing his name you aint out running them chains. And thats about the realist thing Ive ever spoke. Like needed a boat inside the ocean he put it in motion we rapidly approachin thats why I'm hoping you captive and focused the captains approachin. So raise ya glasses the king is here. Profess his hame everyday this year. Now let me make a few things clear. They lying and I'm tired of every word i hear screaming light it up. And its become quite clear there is no fear of a Holy God that will light you up. They bowin to pine bowin to lines, they wasting their life cuz they bowing to lines. The enemies and his disguise is on the tips of their tongues i see through the smoke and they lungs. I hope when he comes you'll be ready. Cuz when the rock drops it will be heavy and when the clock stops if you aint ready the consequences from the top will be heavy when the king comes marching out and fiery legions are on the clouds the prideful the thievin' the pagan the heathen, aint nobody leaving with charged accounts. So what you hard about. He's coming back a lion with his sword like a thunder cat but for you younger cats that can't get under that he was screaming live free way before younger mac. Miller he died and rose like in thriller my heart it was blind it was cold but he drilled a hole inside me now i know no one realer i worship the Lord I Don't worship the scrilla. It was money over everything for greed i copped a wedding ring. she'd sing i could buy anything than sting and left me nothin. I was Wiz Khalifa puffin, had to be drinkin something empty inside like pumpkins i was running but couldn't out run him. He raced me then he chased me. Reached out his hand and erased me. Now i praise thee who embraced me and pray that the hungry would taste he. So chase me, They can't keep up Lord show the world what you redeemed us for the seas the shore the eagles that soar everything under the sovereign Lord. Im sure since before time existed you designed us to rhyme and rip put your words in our mouth get the kids to listen, the Youth is perishing for lack of vision. So heres my mission get um saved. Lead the captives and free these slaves open they eyes to all of these lies word by word and page by page. Caged is the youth I'm speaking the truth. No drive ambition they uncouth and embracing the noose. Livin proof right in front of you. I never woulda come to you. If he didn't bring me through id still be seen as scum by you. You want me to bow to who you'll Never catch me bowing to you. Cause you didn't bring me through when everything was dark and fallen through when hope was gone and tears of despair. My life was broke i was by myself nobody else could have cared it wasn't fair and it hurt to take another breath of the air was feeling crushed with no peace feeling rushed no relief not enough strength for the stairs. Your boy was broken I'm hoping you get the picture dying of thrust in desert till he offered me a pitcher picture that. He offered his back for all sins every lie i ever told got him stabbed between his ribs. He chose death so i could live and thats why I'm doing this. I care a less if they think I spit i rep for my Daddy Im one of his kids.
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