(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)