Da T.R.U.T.H. - Civilian lyrics
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[Chorus] I'm a civilian My feet are planted I'm on this planet But cannot get too attached to this life 'Cause I'm a pilgrim And so I'm building Fulfilling the great commission My eyes are fixed on the Christ [Verse One] We on a roll Tonic told me to write from my soul And not to think about the reviews, or the albums I sold And so I did that Laid back, prayed, got my focus right Thought about what the culture needs, not just what the culture likes Thought about the youth of the church, and got depressed like Man, they only want what they see, look at their appetites They only crave, for what satisfies for the moment They can't see past their noses Ain't thinking about the afterlife Man, they don't want God, they want 50 Cent They don't even want Christian rappers, at least not if he spends Most of his time on stage, bragging about God and His ways They really want, the gods of this age And so they're bored, when they sit in church You see them slumped in their seats- half asleep Simply ignoring the literature They want the counterfeit, like forging a signature Man, they don't care, about the Lord and His worth 'cause [Chorus] [Verse Two] I get so tired, of reading men in the Bible Then coming up for air Looking around- I can't find nobody like them Sister girl's eye is on, buying the next item Y'all know we're in the age, where idleness is an idol Man, we need revival Ambassador told me To meet him in the kitchen 'Cause dude, look at their diet It's sweets all week long And I ain't talking about junk food I'm talking about, what they're really desiring Xbox, videos, girls paint their pretty toes You know the type, that can't fall asleep till the city dozes Slaves to their cell phones, radios Or maybe over at a friend's, watching Ray Liotta on HBO My generation can't be still, or sit calm They skip Psalms, to go to the bedroom and watch sitcoms Now, I know, that we exist in a tension I just wish that we would switch our affection I know the fight [Chorus] [Verse Three] Ever since the advent, of the steam engine Man, it almost seems like Yahweh lost the redeemed's interest To iPods, Internet, our God's infinite Kids ain't a bit impressed, parents don't get it yet And some of our pastors don't get it yet Man, they think it's enough, if the kids are getting crunked So they keep throwing skate parties and concerts So, the kids know P. Diddy and Fonzworth But nothing about God's worth, and that's a problem Houston Let's not confuse it- part of God's solution is The older scooping the younger up, hoping to produce a hunger For righteousness in their souls, discipleship is the goal I pray that the generation, that likes to listen to Hov Would turn to the Lord Jesus Christ, to lift up their souls Above the surface, I pray we would know His worth And prefer the things of God, over what is bound to the earth [Chorus]
