Love Life...

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"Love Life" ~ The Cross Movement

What's life, when you ain't living right
Sight when you're blind as night
Low level living, trying to perpetrate height
With all your might, you scrape, and thug, and you fight
And refuse every invitation to come into the Light
What's it like, to have to maintain
Gain, life left lane, strife, death, pain, all in vain
This world will make a lot of promises to keep you high lit
If you're an earthbound thug, than you've got what you get
Man you don't expect more
You might as well plunder in this war
But also expect the God of Heaven to one day tally up the score
Who you playing for, does your coach know the game
You shootin' with a ball made of flame
If your tired of your contract, you saw what it paid
Hold out right now, make your team force a trade
It ain't an easy move, in fact it's hard
But the only real ball players play for this real rough squad
Coached by God, the one and only Jehovah
The first dribbling skill he teaches is the Cross over
In fact He did it to perfection, no question
Refer to the Holy play book for accurate recollection
He's seeking no names rookies, who he never met
And those in foul trouble who admit that their game is suspect
He'll turn a freshman into an upper classer
With joy and laughter, He'll take ya higher than NASA
He'll turn a player to a sho'nuff pastor
And turn a pathetic amateur into a perennial master
Cause ain't nothing lacking in Christ
Cause he loves to turn a thug into the Love Life

[Chorus]
What's the right life
More rugged than thug life
It's the Love Life, It's the Love Life
Mo' better than drug life, mug life or the club life
It's the Love Life y'all
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[Bridge]
How is it that your gonna go all out
When you don't know what life's about
You're wile-ing out, you're wile-ing out
Thug life ain't really what you hear them claim
Somebody always gotta a better aim
Get out the game, get out the game
When Christ comes back to collect on dues
Watch how many thugs sing the blues
You better choose, He can't lose

All here we go again
New day and new flow again
Mission to prove and show again
Let my Sis and Dun's know again
Same stizzy and plan again
Proclaim the God-Man again
To the dead –mannequins
Wantin' clothes and places to stand again
On the bully, everybody's high strung like a pulley
You don't survive unless you understand the game fully
So as God's aliens and strangers in this place
The only way we make it is to stay up in His face
By prayer and grace as sheep among wolves
We duck buck shot and keep it moving with the hooves
Now tell me what's rugged
To dwell with the murdurers and the thugged
And have a four-pound and won't even lug it
Now you don't want to kill but you will keep it real
You got a whole lot of heat some of these cold blooded cats need to feel
Like Davy Crocket, you'll loose the hand rockets
But there's a crown of thorns that won't let you cock it
Cause it's the one who was hit with the three spike bullets
Who bled all on your trigger, now you can't even pull it
The shots pierced through His wrist and His feet into the wood
He took it like a Savior like a thug never could
Like a God, like a King, like a soldier at war
Who knew the cost of dying, and all that it was for
All for us, who would never feel his pain
So now we say to live is Christ and to die is gain
So Praise the true God in His wisdom and might
Who can turn a thug to the Love Life
It's the Love Life y'all, It's the Love Life y'all

[Chorus]
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