A Life Worth Dying For

Within all men, there's a desire

To push through the pain and not burn as we walk through the fire, see

Though we know there's something much greater than us,

Our heart's desire, tells us the only thing important, is us

From life's first cry to our final resting position

Is a constant jockeying for significance and attention

And as we chase the Grim Reaper with his diamond covered sickle

Or send our brothers to meet him with vanity's pistol

It's clear that we are craving life!

Yet misdirected, trapped in the snare of night

Who can save us from this dastardly device?

Give us purpose as we claw and we fight?

This can't be it, I'm sure there's more.

Show us a life, worth dying for...

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to welcome you, to the truth!

I want you to take this journey with me, (turn me up a little bit)

Stillborn, I was born unresponsive,

Meaning though I breathe I'm still dead to the beating of my conscience

Explains a lot, when you think about it

Cause I lived life for myself and I ain't even have to think about it

As I yield to the wickedness inside me,

I attempt to play God like Bruce Almighty or Jim Caviezel

Sin deceive you and make you think there's not a love greater than he do

It's death, that Satan's dealin' in this game I think I'm winning

You always lose in Las Vegas though you get cash to the ceiling

It's my demise on dark nights concealing (get it)

I still pray I don't die playing a villain like Heath

What you peep in my Ledger, it's the sum of a deader

Hoping God don't cash in on sins that he measured

That's why thugs hit blocks with dope and Berettas

Thinking if they have more control, that things would be better

It's life that you craving on this operating table called Earth,

We need saving

That's why women give they body to these thieves

Thinking if they gain his love, it's the cure to they disease

And gangs fight over territories they have never owned

Cause something burns inside saying this is not your home

This a sport where your money matters hardly

You can ball and never get a trophy, similar to Barkley (Charles)

I guess the point I'm really trying to make

We all on Death Row, Snoop, Pac, and Dre

And the Devil is sure to trust 'em, like we never should

Make us popular but in his heart he would kill us if he could

Tell the truth, some never listen though

Thinking that He alive like Pinocchio,

While being a creation that disrespect the maker

Life is only found in Geppetto, Creator, God!