What is Life, when you ain't living right

Sight when your blind as night

Low level living, trying to perpetrate height

With all your might, you scrape, and you thug, and you fight

And refuse every invitation to come into the Light

What's it like, to have to maintain

gain, life left lane, strife, death, pain, all in vain

This world will make a lot of promise to keep you high lit

If your an earthbound thug, than you've got what you get

And don't even expect no more

you might as well plunder in this war

But also expect the God of Heaven to one day tally up the score

who you playing for, does your coach know the game

are you shooting with a ball that's engulfed in flame

Well if your tired of contract, you saw what it paid

Hold out right now, make your team force a trade

It ain't a easy move, in fact it's hard

But only real ball players play for this real rough squad

Coached by the God, the one and only Jehovah

And the first dribbling skill he teaches is the Cross over

In fact He did it to perfection, without (no) question

Refer to the Holy play book for accurate recollection

He seeking no names rookies, in which he never met

And those in foul trouble who admit their game is suspect

He'll turn a freshman in to an upper classer

with joy and laughter, He'll take'em higher than NASA

He can turn a Pimp into a sho'nuff Pastor

turn a pathetic amateur in to a perennial master

And he'll do more than these mere power displays

He'll teach you His way, and make it John Blaze

Cause ain't nothing lacking in Christ

and he loves to turn a thug to the Love Life



[Chorus]

What's the right life

more rugged than thug life

It's the Love Life, It's the Love Life

Mo' better than drug life, mug life or the club life

It's the Love Life Yall

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[Bridge]

How is it that your gonna go all out

When you really don't know what life is all about

Your wile-ing out, your wile-ing out

Thug life ain't really what you hear them claim

Somebody always seems to have a better aim

Get out the game, get out the game

When Christ comes back to collect on Dues

Watch how many thugs gonna sing the blues

You better choose, Yo He can't lose



All now here we go again

New day and new flow again

Mission, prove and show again

Let my Sis and Dun's know again

Same stizzy and plan again

Proclaim the God-Man again

To the Dead –mannequins

Want clothes and places to stand again

On the Bully, everybody's high strung like a pulley

You don't survive unless understand the game fully

So as God's aliens and strangers in this place

The only way we make it is to stay up in His face

By prayer and grace as sheep among wolves

We duck the buck shot and keep it moving with the hooves

Tell me what's rugged

to dwells with the murders and the thugged

And have a four-pound and won't even lug it

You don't want to kill but you will to keep it real

You got a lot a heat some of these cold blooded cats need to feel

Like Davy Crocket, you'll loose the hand rockets

But there's a crown of thorns that won't let you cock it

There's the one who was hit with the three spike bullets

Who bleed all on your trigger and now you can't even pull it

The shots pierced through His wrist and feet into the wood

And He took it like a Savior like thug never could

Like a God, Like a King, Like a Soldier at War

Who knew the cost of dying, and all that it was for

All for us, who would never feel his pain

But now we say to live is Christ and to die is gain

So Praise the true God in His wisdom and might

Who can turn a thug to the Love Life



[Chorus]