This is For You

Either this life is meaningless

Or it's meaning is eclipsed by a series of events

That satisfy for the moment

But once your moment is passed, your moment's the past

Then poof, dude, you can't revive it or hold it

You're born, you suffer

You die when you're older

But there's a loophole, I wouldn't lie to my soldiers

Nor would I lie to my sisters, God is my witness

Jesus Christ is the only escape from out of your prison

Let's go!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

He's clean we're unclean, we're seen, he's unseen

You don't want him to flee the scene

You need Him to intervene in your life (yeah, you do)

Therefore, come cling to the King

And cling to those things that He loves

Bring flames to the things that He hates

Be sure not to worship things, that he shapes

For the things that He makes, or the things that he'll shake, yes

Things that he makes are the things he creates

If you exchange him for those things, you're suppressing the truth

Which simply means that you know He exists

And in him all things consist

And that He's powerful, but you ignore him

You don't want to be accountable and responsible

For doing that which is considered sin (nah, dawg)

Which are simply those things that are inconstistent with him

His antithesis (uh-huh), makes you consider him not (uh-huh)

Consider the plot (yeah), consider your lot (yeah)+

And ask yourself if you're a citizen in the city of God?

Let's go

Yes, this is for you (yeah, yeah)

Yes, this is for you (yeah, yeah)

Yes, this is, yes, this is for you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

He's clean, we're unclean, we're seen, he's unseen

You don't want him to flee the scene

'Cause homie, this ain't a dream, it's real (reality)

Life ain't what it seems, but seems to appeal to our appetite

So just for a single meal (what?) We sell our birthright

Now that's senseless, like trading in your motocycle for a dirt bike (true)