Love Life

VERSE(1):

What is Life, when you ain't living right

Sight when your blind as night

Low level living, trying to perpetrate height

With all your might, you scrape, and you thug, and you fight

And refuse every invitation to come into the Light.

What's it like, to have to maintain, gain, life left lane, strife, death, pain, all in vain

This world will make a lot of promise to keep you high lit,

If your an earthbound thug, than you've got what you get.

And don't even expect no more, you might as well plunder in this war,

But also expect the God of Heaven to one day tally up the score.

who you playing for, does your coach know the game

are you shooting with a ball that's engulfed in flame.

Well if your tired of contract, you saw what it paid

Hold out right now, make your team force a trade.

It ain't a easy move, in fact it's hard But only real ball players play for this real rough squad.

Coached by the God, the one and only Jehovah.

And the first dribbling skill he teaches is the Cross over.

In fact He did it to perfection, without (no) question

Refer to the Holy play book for accurate recollection.

He seeking no names rookies, in which he never met

And those in foul trouble who admit their game is suspect.

He'll turn a freshman in to an upper classer,

with joy and laughter, He'll take'em higher than NASA,

He can turn a Pimp into a sho'nuff Pastor, turn a pathetic amateur in to a perennial master.

And he'll do more than these mere power displays, He'll teach you His way, and make it John Blaze.

Cause ain't nothing lacking in Christ, and he loves to turn a thug to the Love Life. (But you don't hear us)

CHORUS:

What's the right life

more rugged than thug life

It's the Love Life, It's the Love Life.

Mo' better than drug life, mug life or the club life

It's the Love Life Yall (x2)

BRIDGE:

How is it that your gonna go all out

When you really don't know what life is all about

Your wile-ing out, your wile-ing out.

Thug life ain't really what you hear them claim

Somebody always seems to have a better aim

Get out the game, get out the game

When Christ comes back to collect on Dues

Watch how many thugs gonna sing the blues

You better choose, Yo He can't lose.

VERSE(2):

All now here we go again.

New day and new flow again.

Mission, prove and show again.

Let my Sis and Dun's know again.

Same stizzy and plan again.

Proclaim the God-Man again.

To the Dead -mannequins

Want clothes and places to stand again.

On the Bully, everybody's high strung like a pulley,

You don't survive unless understand the game fully.

So as God's aliens and strangers in this place

The only way we make it is to stay up in His face,

By prayer and grace, as sheep among wolves

We duck the buck shot and keep it moving with the hooves.

Tell me what's rugged, to dwells with the murders and the thugged And have a four-pound and won't even lug it.

You don't want to kill

But you will to keep it real,

You got a lot a heat some of these cold blooded cats need to feel.

Like Davy Crocket, you'll loose the hand rockets,

But there's a crown of thorns that won't let you cock it.

There's the one who was hit with the three spike bullets;

Who bleed all on your trigger and now you can't even pull it.

The shots pierced through His wrist and feet into the wood And He took it like a Savior like thug never could.

Like a God, Like a King, Like a Soldier at War

Who knew the cost of dying, and all that it was for.

All for us, who would never feel his pain,

But now we say to live is Christ and to die is gain

So Praise the true God in His wisdom and might

Who can turn a thug to the Love Life.