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I'm a civilian—
My feet are planted
I'm on this planet
But cannot get too attached to this life
'Cause I'm a pilgrim—
And so I'm building
Fulfilling the great commission
My eyes are fixed on the Christ
Verse 1
We on a roll
Tonic told me to write from my soul
And not to think about the reviews
Or the albums I sold
And so I did that
Laid back, prayed, got my focus right
Thought about what the culture needs
Not just what the culture likes
Thought about the youth of the church
And got depressed like
Man, they only want what they see
Look at their appetites
They only crave
For what satisfies for the moment
They can’t see past their noses
Ain’t thinking about the afterlife
Man, they don't want God
They want 50 Cent
They don't even want Christian rappers
At least not if he spends
Most of his time on stage
Bragging about God and His ways
They really want
The gods of this age
And so they're bored
When they sit in church
You see them slumped in their seats—half asleep
Simply ignoring the literature
They want the counterfeit
Like forging a signature
Man, they don't care
About the Lord and His worth—‘cause
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Verse 2
I get so tired
Of reading men in the Bible
Then coming up for air
Looking around—I can't find nobody like them
Sister girl’s eye is on
Buying the next item
Ya'll know we're in the age
Where idleness is an idol
Man, we need revival
Ambassador told me
To meet him in the kitchen
‘Cause dude, look at their diet
It’s sweets all week long
And I ain’t talking about junk food
I'm talking about
What they’re really desiring
Xboxâ, videos
Girls paint their pretty toes
You know the type
That can’t fall asleep till the city dozes
Slaves to their cell phones
Radios
Or maybe over a friend’s
Watching Ray Liotta on HBO
My generation can’t be still
Or sit calm
They skip Psalms
To go to the bedroom and watch sitcoms
Now, I know
That we exist in a tension
I just wish
that we would switch our affection—I know the fight
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Verse 3
Ever since the advent
Of the steam engine
Man, it almost seems like
Yahweh lost the redeemed's interest
To iPods, Internet
Our God's infinite
Kids ain’t a bit impressed
Parents don't get it yet
And some of our pastors don't get it yet
Man, they think it's enough
If the kids are getting crunked
So they keep throwing skate parties and concerts
So, the kids know P. Diddy and Fonzworth
But nothing about God's worth
And that's a problem Houston
Let's not confuse it—part of God’s solution is
The older scooping the younger up
Hoping to produce a hunger
For righteousness in their souls
Discipleship is the goal
I pray that the generation
That likes to listen to Hov
Would turn to the Lord Jesus Christ
To lift up their souls
Above the surface
I pray we would know His worth
And prefer the things of God
Over what is bound to the earth
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