The Afterlife - Doulos

There’s one question, that has plagued mankind

Throughout it’s existence

This question

Is what happens, when you lose your life?

What’s gon' happen when you lose your life?

Are you gon' burn in hell, in the after life?

What’s gon' happen when you lose your life?

Will you make it through the fire, to the after life?

What’s gon' happen when you lose your life?

Will you hear well done, in the after life?

What’s gon' happen when you lose your life?

Are you gon' cast a few crowns in the after life?

Ayo, I used to hit the block and they’d be like «Spit something»

Now I hit the block, and they a hundred miles and running

I’m hearing whispers that Doulos is unbearable

But they must know the Lord our God (Man it’s terrible)

For those who don’t repent, there’s still beefing

And it’s gonna be wailing and gnashing of teeth

What’s the world’s offer?

Sin for a season?

Christ’s is eternal life, for those who believe in

He was born of a virgin, sinless in this life

Put on trial for no cause, you know that wasn’t right

Died on the cross, cause a price had to be paid

And was, finally resurrected on the third day

Seen by the bread, five hundred was the number

Forty days later, he ascended up yonder

Salvation outside of Christ is impossible

I’m Doulos Tou Kouriou, and that’s the gospel

Now it’s your boy, Dou-lizzle

In the house with DJ Coo-brizzle, the homie fo shizzle

Tryna teach these young cats to ride for Christ

It’s the least we could do, since he saved our lives

That’s why I only spit gospel on this mic

Cause anything else I spit would only bring strife

And I’m sick of these extra holy types

Go home and read 1 John 1:9−10 tonight

Quit feeling yourself and be filled with the Holy Ghost

And receive (?) from the Lord of Hosts

Many prayers go out for my folks

That reject the gospel, and I set the ropes

This here’s by grace, no need to boast

I spit it one shot drama one shot (H20)

No more playing homie gametime’s over

If you die without Christ, you don’t wanna see Jehovah

I spit it, one notch below the mud that healed the blind man

While I’m at it, rest in peace homie Blind Man

Real cats, are few and far between

Once you get past, skin deep there’s not much to be seen

Never learn to being slow to speak, they keep flapping

Set a fire to they lives, then it’s on and cracking

Where the spirit at?

I see a lot of flesh action

Many fallen outta church need awards for best acting

Real worshippers, do the spirit in true

All this nonsense from unbelievers just won’t do

Many will be spurned when our Lord returns

But how many are concerned about our Lord’s return?

I’m hurting writing this, flesh be fighting this

One thing about promise, you don’t always like it

See when it comes to the word, it’s hard to swallow

So sit back, relax, and come back tomorrow

What’s gon' happen when you lose your life?

(Lose your life)