Lost souls claiming that they woke
The thought of an afterlife a joke
Instead its just counting tokes
Working then spending till you're broke
Then stress out with them bills today
Grab a smoke to chill out its almost pay day
Then blow it all on some hoes and smack
Or bet it all on them kings, queens, and jacks
Never ending climb to the top of the hill
At the top of one, the foot of another still
On the real, you just alive as corn husk that dried
A newborn thought, hedonism simplified
Live life to gain pleasure and it ain't free
Like the saying goes money don't grow on trees
So its that search for that green by any means
An evil ploy from the ones above, brainwashing
Lost souls can only be found through our maker
Our very care taker, our lord up above
Who gave equal flight to vultures and doves
Who gives that infinite unconditional love
I ain't here to argue about his name or presence
Because his omnipotence and existence is a given
Just appreciate all the marvels surrounding you
And you might just feel his real presence too
From the rising sun to the morning dew
From your mind that shapes your hedonistic point of view
From the dead winter earth barren and empty
That fill them fall harvest trucks so heavy
So I beseech you lost soul lost soul
Make building faith your new life goal
And seek the truth, for it'll make you whole
This tiresome life can really take its toll