Story time started with nursery rhymes
Spent years, many bloodlines preaching about the end times
Chills shoot up my spine
The world will see and hear about it in due time
The blind leading the blind
Blind and deafened by our soul that cries
The supercharger and the baby whine
Convicted felon tote his babies nine, plus one, that's a dime
Walk by faith and not by laser sights
My eyes deceived by what I see and can't see
So cut the lights
It's a cold world outside and when the frost bite
Hitters dare to walk outside
Stay as close to the heater as you can
Some will die with it still on his side
A praying mother won't save him unless he made it right
Too busy walking street signs and the stop lights
Suicide hotline, most will never dial in time
It's the battle of the mind
Real pain in each of yours and my star sign
Black light for the fine print before you sign the dotted line
They had visions of these times
Dry bones of bodies realign and reunite more fuel to the fire
Man this real life
Every day I got to fight for mine
Ball don't lie
Every day is a different body to blame
Many brothers tatted on his body the same thing
Our eyes strained looking at us pulling our puppet strings
Had to get to know and get engaged to the pain
When both sides manifest soul ties it's prearranged
I'm not deserving of the lamb that was slain
Even through and in worship and praise
Deep inside he's living in shame and has forgotten his name
One day God will tell your closest depart from me, I never knew your name
Pray to God for better days
Forgive me for my sins in conversation
Never innocent, not even guilty by association
Cursing and paying for the curses of my generation
But can I break this curse? Can I get past this hurt?
Might put myself in a hearse before I put out a verse
One of the best excerpts I rehearsed won't make a sinner convert
We hear it in church
Faith without works is dead
Tomorrow you may wake in your deathbed
Breathing in death's breath
Knocking on hell's doorstep
Behind the preacher that misled
Is it heaven or hell when we rest?
If you got doubts, repent and confess
Jamian - End Time Lyrics
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Story time started with nursery rhymes
Spent years, many bloodlines preaching about the end times
Chills shoot up my spine
The world will see and hear about it in due time
The blind leading the blind
Blind and deafened by our soul that cries
The supercharger and the baby whine
Convicted felon tote his babies nine, plus one, that's a dime
Walk by faith and not by laser sights
My eyes deceived by what I see and can't see
So cut the lights
It's a cold world outside and when the frost bite
Hitters dare to walk outside
Stay as close to the heater as you can
Some will die with it still on his side
A praying mother won't save him unless he made it right
Too busy walking street signs and the stop lights
Suicide hotline, most will never dial in time
It's the battle of the mind
Real pain in each of yours and my star sign
Black light for the fine print before you sign the dotted line
They had visions of these times
Dry bones of bodies realign and reunite more fuel to the fire
Man this real life
Every day I got to fight for mine
Ball don't lie
Every day is a different body to blame
Many brothers tatted on his body the same thing
Our eyes strained looking at us pulling our puppet strings
Had to get to know and get engaged to the pain
When both sides manifest soul ties it's prearranged
I'm not deserving of the lamb that was slain
Even through and in worship and praise
Deep inside he's living in shame and has forgotten his name
One day God will tell your closest depart from me, I never knew your name
Pray to God for better days
Forgive me for my sins in conversation
Never innocent, not even guilty by association
Cursing and paying for the curses of my generation
But can I break this curse? Can I get past this hurt?
Might put myself in a hearse before I put out a verse
One of the best excerpts I rehearsed won't make a sinner convert
We hear it in church
Faith without works is dead
Tomorrow you may wake in your deathbed
Breathing in death's breath
Knocking on hell's doorstep
Behind the preacher that misled
Is it heaven or hell when we rest?
If you got doubts, repent and confess
Spent years, many bloodlines preaching about the end times
Chills shoot up my spine
The world will see and hear about it in due time
The blind leading the blind
Blind and deafened by our soul that cries
The supercharger and the baby whine
Convicted felon tote his babies nine, plus one, that's a dime
Walk by faith and not by laser sights
My eyes deceived by what I see and can't see
So cut the lights
It's a cold world outside and when the frost bite
Hitters dare to walk outside
Stay as close to the heater as you can
Some will die with it still on his side
A praying mother won't save him unless he made it right
Too busy walking street signs and the stop lights
Suicide hotline, most will never dial in time
It's the battle of the mind
Real pain in each of yours and my star sign
Black light for the fine print before you sign the dotted line
They had visions of these times
Dry bones of bodies realign and reunite more fuel to the fire
Man this real life
Every day I got to fight for mine
Ball don't lie
Every day is a different body to blame
Many brothers tatted on his body the same thing
Our eyes strained looking at us pulling our puppet strings
Had to get to know and get engaged to the pain
When both sides manifest soul ties it's prearranged
I'm not deserving of the lamb that was slain
Even through and in worship and praise
Deep inside he's living in shame and has forgotten his name
One day God will tell your closest depart from me, I never knew your name
Pray to God for better days
Forgive me for my sins in conversation
Never innocent, not even guilty by association
Cursing and paying for the curses of my generation
But can I break this curse? Can I get past this hurt?
Might put myself in a hearse before I put out a verse
One of the best excerpts I rehearsed won't make a sinner convert
We hear it in church
Faith without works is dead
Tomorrow you may wake in your deathbed
Breathing in death's breath
Knocking on hell's doorstep
Behind the preacher that misled
Is it heaven or hell when we rest?
If you got doubts, repent and confess
Writer: Jamian Robinson
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