This life ain't all about you
Don't matter how much money you got
Or all the girls that are on your jock, dude
'Cause it won't really matter
If you stack that paper to the ceilin'
'Cause when they put you in that box
That's the beginning of your end, see
Or better yet
Let's just call it the next verse
You crossed over like John Edward
When they put you in that hearse
And now it's a sad song
Thought you'd be dead 'n' gone
But you can never die dead enough
'Cause eternity is way too long
So whether you like it or not
I gotta spit some of this truth to ya
You don't really think them dollars gonna mean a thing
When it comes to your end, do ya?
Like PRo said:
"This is court, but your money matters hardly;
you can ball and never get a trophy -- similar to Barkley."
Man, if you thinkin' that's some really hard speech
It ain't nothin' compared to the hard words of the Lord
When he's speakin' from the judgment seat
Life after death -- no biggie
'Til he opened the book for a spirtual audit
Leo DiCaprio -- say hello to the duely departed
Matthew 7:21-23, 16:26, 25:31-46; Luke 12:16-21; Philippians 3:8; Hebrews 9:27-28; Revelation 20:11-15
Soli Deo Gloria,
Shon
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