(Hook) (X2)
We cannot choose the time we live in/
We can only choose/ what we do/ with the time we are given/
(Verse 1)
Only when your own mind becomes difficult to grapple with/
Will you know that you won't get the Sistine Chapel pics/
Let alone God's mind, or why he let Eve take the apple bit/
But you'll know that you'll always have an example in/
Your ancestors, heroes and h**nes, who championed/
A Way of Life by giving it up, that's exactly when/
Your old head should be bowed, but you shake it very Scooby/ style
You don't understand now/ but God always knew thee/ child /
I was told God's favorites, always have hard times on the last line/
I said “God don't pick favorites, so I still ask why/
We went through sadistic suffering, baptism of fire/
It's done now, but we wanna be more than survivors/
They'll be no scabs to puncture, but the scars will remain/ but what's
A few more of those, when you weren't far from Hell's reign/
Bismilaah, ar-Rahman, ar-Raheem, Hallelujah/
ὁ κύριος μου, ὁ θεός μου ["My Lord, My God"- John 20:28]/
My God, I will praise you/
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
I'll be resurrected, I'm like a white cue ball/
Put me in the hole, it's just a scratch, the truth y'all/
Saint spitting sweeter switching/ to speaker stitching/
Holy Hollowed Honey Having Heathen Stricken/
Resurrection, we want to live even half of this/
Cause how you go ever scare a Lazarus! /
And everywhere no bear trap snare is hazardous/
When you stare at d**h you can't help but laugh at it! /
(Hook)