Civilian

[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

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[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

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[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

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