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zuò qǔ : Barefield, Chu, Denmark ... |
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Hey I still recall the day the doctor told me that |
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I was sick |
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And my mind keeps going back it was a trip |
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Look I was thinkin |
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He ain' t know the facts |
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Probably cause my heart couldn' t get a hold of that |
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He said that |
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I was terminal and that it spread quick |
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And my whole body was infected |
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I' m desperate |
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My minds racing at this point |
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I wanna exit |
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Cause all |
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His tests suggested |
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I be dead quick |
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But honestly man |
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I really shoulda seen the signs |
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I was blind no |
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I couldn' t read in between the lines |
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I was numb so |
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I couldn' t feel my fever climb |
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But my whole system was foul fowl like comedic lines |
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No way to treat it fine |
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I staggered out like |
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I was drinkin wine |
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I wasn' t even tryna think about of my plans for the evenin time |
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All I could think was |
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I was weak and dyin |
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I was reminded of the life that |
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I would leave behind |
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And so I know it' s headed for me soon and |
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I' m terrified |
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I' m afraid of what' s coming and |
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I' m scared to die |
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But it ain' t lookin good for me, now it ain' t lookin good for me |
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I know it' s headed for me soon and |
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I' m terrified |
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I' m afraid of what' s coming and |
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I' m scared to die |
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But it ain' t lookin good for me, now it ain' t lookin good for me |
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Now I got home and it hit me in the worst way |
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I' ve been sick with this disease since my birthday |
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I was ridden with symptoms since my first day |
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Head to toe my whole system in the worst state |
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I was mentally |
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I' ll, I was futilely mind |
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Darkened in my understanding was a student of crime |
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Havin eyes couldn' t see cause |
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I was truthfully blind |
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Havin ears couldn' t hear but couldn' t do any signs |
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Throat was an open grave, tongue used for the lies |
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Snake venom under lips which |
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I would use to divide |
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Had chips on my shoulders was wounded aside |
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Both my lungs collapsed inhalin 2nd hand pride |
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Below the waist was just more of the same |
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Feet swift to shed blood or somethin more was to gain |
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Man it' s bad blood simply pourin through my veins |
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Can' t ignore it anymore, ain' t the story the same, |
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I was in pain so |
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I know it' s headed for me soon and |
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I' m terrified |
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I' m afraid of what' s coming and |
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I' m scared to die |
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But it ain' t lookin good for me, now it ain' t lookin good for me |
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I know it' s headed for me soon and |
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I' m terrified |
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I' m afraid of what' s coming and |
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I' m scared to die |
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But it ain' t lookin good for me, now it ain' t lookin good for me |
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My whole life been exposed as dark |
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My disease had my deeds hittin off the mark |
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But I had loved my illness even from the start |
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Look everything was a symptom of my broken heart |
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It pumped corruption to every single part of me |
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It' s pumped death and deception through arteries |
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My direction was set to invest in reflect n deception |
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The? n my best n my death wasn' t far from me |
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Cause I tried to beat the symptoms now |
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It wouldn' t matter cause my heart would keep me livin foul |
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I was helpless and hopeless it' s endin now |
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Unless I get a new heart well this is how |
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I heard that there were others with the same plight |
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But there was |
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One begotten |
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Son who can save life |
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And His heart was so perfect |
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He gave life |
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My heart of stones been exchanged |
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I' ve been changed right? |
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I know it' s headed for me soon and |
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I' m terrified |
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I' m afraid of what' s coming and |
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I' m scared to die |
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But it ain' t lookin good for me now it ain' t lookin good for me |
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I was told that |
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God' s standard is so high. |
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My broken heart kept me from meetin |
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His standard, so |
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I just kept fallin short over and over and overagain. |
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And there was really nothing |
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I could do, it was not looking good for me. |
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I guess my question for you is, since |
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God' s standard is perfection and none of us meet it, how do you plan on getting by? |
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I know how |
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I do, and to be honest |
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I ain' t worried about a thang. |