Civilian – Da T.r.u.t.h. – letras

[Chorus]I’m a civilianMy feet are plantedI’m on this planetBut cannot get too attached to this life’Cause I’m a pilgrimAnd so I’m buildingFulfilling the great commissionMy eyes are fixed on the Christ[Verse One]We on a rollTonic told me to write from my soulAnd not to think about the reviews, or the albums I soldAnd so I did thatLaid back, prayed, got my focus rightThought about what the culture needs, not just what the culture likesThought about the youth of the church, and got depressed likeMan, they only want what they see, look at their appetitesThey only crave, for what satisfies for the momentThey can’t see past their nosesAin’t thinking about the afterlifeMan, they don’t want God, they want 50 CentThey don’t even want Christian rappers, at least not if he spendsMost of his time on stage, bragging about God and His waysThey really want, the gods of this ageAnd so they’re bored, when they sit in churchYou see them slumped in their seats- half asleepSimply ignoring the literatureThey want the counterfeit, like forging a signatureMan, they don’t care, about the Lord and His worth’cause[Chorus][Verse Two]I get so tired, of reading men in the BibleThen coming up for airLooking around- I can’t find nobody like themSister girl’s eye is on, buying the next itemY’all know we’re in the age, where idleness is an idolMan, we need revivalAmbassador told meTo meet him in the kitchen’Cause dude, look at their dietIt’s sweets all week longAnd I ain’t talking about junk foodI’m talking about, what they’re really desiringXbox, videos, girls paint their pretty toesYou know the type, that can’t fall asleep till the city dozesSlaves to their cell phones, radiosOr maybe over at a friend’s, watching Ray Liotta on HBOMy generation can’t be still, or sit calmThey skip Psalms, to go to the bedroom and watch sitcomsNow, I know, that we exist in a tensionI just wish that we would switch our affectionI know the fight[Chorus][Verse Three]Ever since the advent, of the steam engineMan, it almost seems likeYahweh lost the redeemed’s interestTo iPods, Internet, our God’s infiniteKids ain’t a bit impressed, parents don’t get it yetAnd some of our pastors don’t get it yetMan, they think it’s enough, if the kids are getting crunkedSo they keep throwing skate parties and concertsSo, the kids know P. Diddy and FonzworthBut nothing about God’s worth, and that’s a problem HoustonLet’s not confuse it- part of God’s solution isThe older scooping the younger up, hoping to produce a hungerFor righteousness in their souls, discipleship is the goalI pray that the generation, that likes to listen to HovWould turn to the Lord Jesus Christ, to lift up their soulsAbove the surface, I pray we would know His worthAnd prefer the things of God, over what is bound to the earth[Chorus]