Текст песни Sign of the Times (feat. Teron Carter of Grits & Mr. Solo of Gospel Gangstaz) - KJ-52

Dear God I was wondering if we could talk a second
Lot your kids down here they aint learned the lesson
Lot of us is stressing right just where this world is heading
Its like you had to take it away for us to pay attention
Yet we miss your blessing worried now about whats next and
Lies are just the bullet fear is just the weapon
Early morning I was dressing it's just getting depressing
So i start confessing all these prayers that i was sending
Lord look down and watch out for my mom
Plus my pops and all the others about to lose they jobs
The nurse and doctors can't forget the cops
I pray for those that took a loss i pray for this to stop
Im looking to the cross like every time I'm feeling lost
Its like we wanna go somewhere but we can't even walk
I'm looking outside my window man its looking dark
Thats when i call to you and i hear you talk

We been Dying to live
Learning How to forgive
And won't Ever forget
Suffered Many regrets
A nation divided we stand
Ready and willing for war
Can't take the killing no more
But vengeance they say is the Lord's

We living in the last of the days so trust me
Time is too precious to waste so clutch it
Splitting of the wheat from the chaff
His children the chosen from fate to His grace
Lawlessness the peoples thorn
Biblically we all were warned
Willingly we all ignored
And can't afford to pay the price
Babylon or sacrifice sodom vs paradise
Cause it was all good just a week ago
COVID got us choking and the politics are in control
I guess it's just the sign of the times in a world full of gain
And people with a lost soul

Sign of the times I'm on the frontline it could get ugly
I bear a nine sometimes I feel like nobody loves me
If there's a crime I grind on the block and get bloody
Still mob I'm seeking God locked in the study
Cause He's a friend and till the end I stick with my buddy
I loot the wicked if your righteous we can kick it like rugby
I'm like puddy molded in the hands of the Maker
Hail from the land of the Lakers they call me the landscaper
It's mine I demand acres make them pay what they owe
Plus it's stored up for the righteous right say it aint so
Let me drop a riddle then let me rock a little
My neighborhood is full of hurt people like a hospital
That's how they got brittle and hard like brushes
They been abused and refuse to use God like crutches
They want justice like breakfast they been beat like egg yolks
I mean you got to lean on something when your legs broke

We been Dying to live
Learning How to forgive
And won't Ever forget
Suffered Many regrets
A nation divided we stand
Ready and willing for war
Can't take the killing no more
But vengeance they say is the Lord's