The Cross Movement
Album: Holy Culture
Track: Forever
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Forever Lyrics Written by John K. Wells (SESAC)
Produced by Ed King (ASCAP)
Recorded by Vince Delorenzo
Mixed by Jim Bottari
Published by Cross Movement Music & Publishing (SESAC) &
4th Son Publishing (ASCAP)
Verse One:
Brake yourself,
And don't try to,
Front on your man, T O N I-the ...C
When you bring it don't even try to lie to...me
If it's real, then you know how it's gotta...be
By now you know my motto
Ain't nobody here trying to flex bravado
You know the signachato; it's Christ we follow
If He's Lamont, then I wanna be Rallo. I know,
It's hard in the land of the lollipops
When they up in your face every time the trolley stops
But God got folly cops
So before folly starts, folly stops
In the last and evil
It's gonna take more than stain glass and steeple,
But a distinctive people, who only bow down to the Regal
One who didn't count it robbery to be call equal
They the ones with no fear, they the ones who stand clear
Of the wolf and the wolf in sheep's gear
Word bond, they know the difference between Luke 9:50
And the whole book of 1st John
Watch the con, he's an artist,
Making you feel rabbit, when you know that the tortoise taught us
Who's gonna win, only because a loving God gotta deal with sin
Because He Loves men
Hook:
More than your strife, more than your pain
'Cause to live is Christ and to die is gain
So what it matter when
"We're gonna live forever!"
So if I'm hit by a car,
Or taken out by disease,
You ain't got enough bullets in your gun
Man, please!
"We're gonna live forever!"
Verse Two:
Let me spit this like a lama
And throw the Word with a Hawk like Toma
So that men can see, unlike Nirvana
Heaven is ruled by a unique, excellent, magnificent persona
If you say that you goin'
You can't stand before Him still showin'
On life credit report that you still owein'
'cause the kinda grass you've grown
Is the kinda grass that's gonna catch mowing
Ladies, get your hands up; fellas, get your fists clinchin'
When we gonna stand up, dig in and war trenchin'?
If you want the whole school to feel the redemption
You can't use any tool, it takes God wrenchin'
To turn a whole generation 180
I hear the whispers of the Fat Lady,
And the only reason she ain't singing right now is
God got His hand on the volume, baby. Real patient, ain't He?
But don't take His kindness for weakness
'cause we livin' in a time of divine sweetness
'cause there will come a day when He says, "Enough meekness!"
And men will scatter to the hills like the Horse running of the Preakness
Repeat Hook
Verse Three:
Harlem, shake yourself 'til you meet Him,
Though a lot of men front, they know they need Him
Watch how you treat Him, you might as well join
'cause we sure can't beat Him,
He is the one who put the real free in the word "freedom"
Especially [for] those who are living in the Struggle
Just trying to eat and you can't shake trouble,
The real rough stubble, the real Barn Rubble
All my raw dogs, no leash, no muzzle
You wanna roll doubles, and stand in smoke huddles
And feel like a hobble being shot out the shuttle
But that's where it's subtle, pop goes the bubble,
And you fall back down to earth and splash down in a puddle
The cost of the trip was oh so pricey
You're mad at the world, all hot and spicy
Then with the quickness of a swoosh like Nike
Satan did his thing and he dug up in your psyche
'cause this life gives is Temporary relief
And all you really had was Temporary belief
You really couldn't see the Amazing Deceit
And now the threat is Eternal Defeat
That's why we say, Get a bible and read it in its entirety
Let God deal with you and your propriety
Check out all the cats of notoriety and the variety
Of ways that they deal with the ills of Society
Let it bring sobriety, let it make you fiery
'cause it's gonna take more than a slice of apple piety
Once you realize that there's sin and there's symptom
And there's lost souls and the things that tempt them
And in Jesus there's Rest and Redemption
You're covered by a Hebrews 4&1K pension
Not to mention, you learned your lesson,
No more vexing, No more stressing
No more guessing, no more heaven and hell questions
No more just living for the blessing, no more dressin'
Forget the ice and aggression, not my wife, no caressing,
I don't care if she is Bodiqua, Australian, or Texan,
And you ain't scared to scream that to your whole section,
"I'm not living for this life, 'cause I'm living for the next one!"
Repeat Hook (x2)
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