Thinkin of life, dwelling on the good and bad
on the joys experienced and on what I never had
at times kinda glad other times feelin sad
never really mad cuz I took after my dad
people blab about what they don't have
but never dwell on the slab of crab
on the plate of food that they just had
or the fat folds of flab around their abs
from all of life's blessings that they have
sometimes life throws a right jab
but inflicts pain like a knife stab
don't stress it cuz it's in your bag
since God is always keepin tabs
of those who lack and those who have
some get the full reward and some only half
and yet still others get none - what a drag!
So don't feel yellow like a cab
the greedy who grab and nab in the end will fall
under the weight of their own crap
the believer in this life feels trapped
but death is only a short nap then its all over jack
and once we snap there's no going back
and its all up to the good deeds we'd done
and the important ones that we lacked
surrounded by a sea of humanity
brown, yellow, white, and black
no one will be saved by their craft
or by a plea nor by a pious act
some will rejoice others will crack
others will be deaf and blind as a bat
yet others will zip on by to Paradise like an aircraft
still others will get scooped up like the wind's draft
from the boiling snares of hellfire's wrath
The aftermath -
the feeling of rapt bliss released from torment's wrap
transported on a blessed raft toward's heaven's shaft
ascending the pillar visualizing its map
arriving in a snap like a flash
no more hell, they were saved by the bell like Zack
rejoicing like a bash in purified baths
everybody will laugh livin lavish like a jap
enjoying snacks with maidens in their lap
forgiven of their past
no longer confronted with crap
so make a line like a graph
heaven is within our grasp
God is kind enough to give it to us if we ask
we just gotta put ourselves to task
find the truth within and remove the masks
when it comes to rhymin I got a knack
but now I'm ending this cuz its a rap!
on the joys experienced and on what I never had
at times kinda glad other times feelin sad
never really mad cuz I took after my dad
people blab about what they don't have
but never dwell on the slab of crab
on the plate of food that they just had
or the fat folds of flab around their abs
from all of life's blessings that they have
sometimes life throws a right jab
but inflicts pain like a knife stab
don't stress it cuz it's in your bag
since God is always keepin tabs
of those who lack and those who have
some get the full reward and some only half
and yet still others get none - what a drag!
So don't feel yellow like a cab
the greedy who grab and nab in the end will fall
under the weight of their own crap
the believer in this life feels trapped
but death is only a short nap then its all over jack
and once we snap there's no going back
and its all up to the good deeds we'd done
and the important ones that we lacked
surrounded by a sea of humanity
brown, yellow, white, and black
no one will be saved by their craft
or by a plea nor by a pious act
some will rejoice others will crack
others will be deaf and blind as a bat
yet others will zip on by to Paradise like an aircraft
still others will get scooped up like the wind's draft
from the boiling snares of hellfire's wrath
The aftermath -
the feeling of rapt bliss released from torment's wrap
transported on a blessed raft toward's heaven's shaft
ascending the pillar visualizing its map
arriving in a snap like a flash
no more hell, they were saved by the bell like Zack
rejoicing like a bash in purified baths
everybody will laugh livin lavish like a jap
enjoying snacks with maidens in their lap
forgiven of their past
no longer confronted with crap
so make a line like a graph
heaven is within our grasp
God is kind enough to give it to us if we ask
we just gotta put ourselves to task
find the truth within and remove the masks
when it comes to rhymin I got a knack
but now I'm ending this cuz its a rap!
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