1.Imagine It
Can you imagine it？
Hangin there bleedin to death
Wheezin for breath Your stomach hurts cause You got beat in the
chest!
You're all bloody from Your feet to Your head!
From the look of things You think You'd be dead!
But You not cause You gotta finish the work
Every second's like a minute every minute it hurts
You're screamin in pain 'Oh God!' Screamin His name!
'Why have You forsaken Me？ This is the reason I came!'
You cryin inside but you can't cry from Your eyes
Cause Your face is so swollen it's drivin You blind
Your back aches! Cause pressure is applied to Your spine
When You press up on Your feet cause You tryin to climb
Up the cross just to get a gasp of air
And meanwhile everybody laughs and cheers
It's only been ten minutes but it feels like half a year
The Roman soldiers grab and tear at your clothes
Leavin Your private exposed humiliated is how You died for the
Throne!
And they witness at the sight of Your death
And they watch You as You fightin for breath!
Every insult feels like a knife thru Your chest
And blood comes down Your neck from the spikes in Your head
The crown of thorns! Somebody sound the horn!
Cause the curtain from the temple yo they found it torn!
That means SALVATION'S FREE!
He paid the fee I once was blind but now He made me see
I went from pee-wee to playin in the major leagues
The temple was destroyed in 1 day but raised in 3
Can you imagine it？
Gettin hit in the jaw with people standin over You
Yellin 'PICK UP THE CROSS!'
They take a stick and strike You over the head
Over and over and over again
They beat You down they smile when they see You frown
They spit in Your face and laugh as You bleed in the ground
You try to get up but You can barely walk
So they force another man to carry the cross!
You've been condemned
All You did is give to men You lived for them
But they would rather live for sin
You never fought back but You get whipped again!
So hard that it rips Your skin
Betrayed by the kiss of a friend
Slain by the fists of men!
On a scale from 1 to 5 the pain gets a 10
But You haven't even felt the half!
Felt the wrath until You feel the cross rub up against Your back
Thoughts of life and death are runnin through Your mind
The splinters from the wood are runnin through Your spine
This is worse than any story in the New York Times
They found You guilty and never even knew Your crime!
Every woman and man is there they stand and stare
And watch as You hang like a chandelier
Can You bear the nails in both Your legs？
Both Your arms？ Even though You know they're wrong？
Can you imagine it？ That's why I wrote this song
You can laugh but it's you that the joke is on!
They drove nails through His hands
You could see the blood squirt
Now i know what they mean when they say that love hurts
Imagine torture! Only this is much worse!
Just the thought of it makes me wanna hit the ground and hug
dirt!
Why'd He do it for me？ I wouldn't have done it for Him
I'm not a righteous man matter of fact I'm nothing but sin!
I'm not clean I got dirt stuck to my skin
And it's like I'm proud of it so I cuss and I grin
I said 'I HATE YOU!' and He told me that He loved me
I stabbed Him in His back and He turned around and hugged me
They beat Him when instead they should have mugged me!
Shoulda left me on the cross and watch the blood leak
My tongue speaks all I do is curse and lie
That's why I deserve to die Go to Hell!
Man I should be the first to fry!
But they gave Him the blame like He was worse than I
Worse than he! Worse than she! Straight up cold blooded murder
in the first degree
You aint gotta go to church to believe!
Only cause you heard it from me!
Just close your eyes and think of the murderous scene!
Could you walk in His shoes？
Drink from His cup？
He opened up His arms like 'I love you this much!'
Could you do what He did？
Die so that we live？
If you could then your name is Jesus
2.My Destiny
Ever since a kid I've been nothin but a piece of dirt
Sittin in my kindergarten starin up my teacher's skirt
Musta been a piece of work was a bad seed from birth
Momma's on the phone again but every time we speak it hurts
Cause every time we talk she just mumbles off that Vicodin
Momma I gotta go my G.I Joe just beat up Spider man
Aight then I see you later cause you coming back I hope
I said I see you later but we both know that's a joke
So ever since I never learned how to control my anger
Oddly enough this is one letter short of danger
So like an orphan I would often just distort my language
Like blank this and blank that my mind's a torture chamber
And it's filled with porn must be from these pills i'm on
Your cup runs over mine's is empty must be spilled is gone
I coulda swore I was right but let's be real I was wrong
That's when I cried out 'Lord Jesus let Your will be done!'
Hey yo I shoulda been that body that they found up in the river
bed
Or another pervert stuck surfin the internet
Purchase some cigarettes puff my life away like a lazy coward
So addicted to coke-I'm sniffin baby powder
But God changed my life flipped to a 180
Dumb crazy shoulda left me somewhere gettin drunk wasted
Wakin up in the mornin in a corner of some basement
Smothered in my own vomit slumped into my own coffin
I have been re-born again! I am like an ornament
Hangin from a Christmas tree in the middle of an orphanage
Giving hope to the unfortunate and those who can't afford to
live
And mothers who know all too well just what an abortion is
Yes life is but a dream but it is so much more than this
More than this workin 9 to 5 just to pay your mortgages
You will become the child of God that you was blessed to be
You was born to magnify the Lord this is your destiny!
Mirror mirror in the toilet who's the illest can you call it
You reflect an alcoholic cause I'm dressed up in this vomit
With a silly grin on my face like I'm blessed to be retarded
Living breath in me departed now my flesh is the incarnated
Thinkin death to me is foreign but it's movin army quick as some
liquor
With out a warning feelin sicker in the mornin
Typical symptoms of a pitiful victim sin has befallen
And the pain makes it hard for me to try to keep my soul still
Sticky fingers ghost still broke outta brokeville
And in this game he's got my brains lookin like some oatmeal
Highway to hell is fast but looks like the road's still
But thank God for Christ Who has mercy on the roadkill
So to repent is why I be seein folks kneel
The waters only cold cause we don't know how His coat feel
Daddy's love is so real blood like some soap spilled
And His Word the water to wash self from your will
So I'm sittin on the block and I'm thinkin about my destiny
I'm wonderin what will become the death of me
My life will I leave a legacy
So I'm in the kitchen and I'm cookin up a recipe
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