This life is not all about you
It doesn't matter how much money you’ve got
Or all the chicks that are on your jock, dude
And it doesn’t matter
If you’re “stackin’ that paper to the ceilin'”
Because when they put you in that pine box
That's the beginning of your end, see
Or better yet
Let's just call it the next verse
You’ll be crossed over like John Edward
When they put you in that hearse
And now they’re singin’ sad songs
Thought you'd be dead and gone
But you can’t ever die dead enough
Because eternity is just way too long
So whether you like it or not
I’ve gotta spit some of this truth to you:
You really don’t think those dollars gonna mean a thing
When it comes to your end, do you?
Like PRo said:
"This is court, but your money matters hardly;
You can ball, but never get a trophy, similar to Barkley."
Man, if you that’s a real hard way to speak
It‘s nothing compared to hard words
When the Lord is speaking from the Judgment Seat
Life after death was no “Biggie”
Until He opened the Book of Life and took a spiritual audit
Now you’re “Leo DiCaprio”; so say hello to the duly 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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