A Life Worth Dying For Songtext
von PRo

Within all men, there′s a desire

To push through the pain and not burn as we walk through the fire, see
Though we know there's something much greater than us
Our heart′s desire tells us the only thing important is us

From life's first cry to our final resting position
Is a constant jockeying for significance and attention
And as we chase the Grim Reaper with his diamond covered sickle
Or send our brothers to meet him with vanity's pistol
It′s clear that we are craving life
Yet misdirected, trapped in the snare of night
Who can save us from this dastardly device?
Give us purpose as we call and we fight
This can′t be it, I'm sure there′s more
Show us a life worth dying for

Yeah, ladies and gentlemen
I'd like to welcome you to the truth, oh

I want you to take this journey with me
Turn me up a little bit
Hey, stillborn


I was born unresponsive

Meaning though I breathe, I′m still
Dead to the beating of my conscience
Explains a lot when you think about it
'Cause I lived life for myself and I ain′t even have to think about it
As I yield to the wickedness inside me
I attempt to play God like Bruce Almighty
Or Jim Caviezel, sin deceive you
And make you think there's not a love greater to heed to
It's death that Satan dealing in this game I think I′m winning
You always lose in Las Vegas though you get cash to the ceiling

It′s my demise on dark nights concealing, get it?
I'm still praying I don′t die playing a villain like Heath
What you peep in my ledger is the sum of a debtor
Hoping God don't cash in on sins that he measured
That′s why thugs hit blocks with dope and Berettas
Thinking if they had more control that things would be better


It's life that you craving
On this operating table called Earth, we need saving
That′s why women give their body to these thieves
Thinking if they gain his love, it's the cure to their disease
And gangs fight over territories they have never owned
'Cause something burn inside saying this is not your home
This a sport where your money matters hardly
You can ball and never get a trophy similar to Barkley

I guess the point I′m really trying to make
We all on death row, Snoop, Pac, and Dre
And the Devil is sure to trust ′em like we never should
Make us popular, but in his heart, he'd kill us if he could

Tell the truth, some never listen though
Thinking that he alive like Pinocchio
Why be the creation that disrespect the maker?
Life is only found at Geppetto, Creator
God