Lyrics
Voices
(Chorus)
I hear the voice of a Maker calling me to ride.
I hear the voice of a demon telling me to die.
I hear the voice of a Spirit try to stay alive.
I hear the voice of my flesh coming on the rise.
I hear the voice of a battle running in my head.
I hear the voice of a child whishing he was dead.
I hear the voice of a mother praying on her knees.
I hear the voice of my own persecuting me.
(Verse)
I hear the voice of a dying man’s last breath,
Cold-hearted with a soul that just can’t rest.
Rejected Christ from day one, took Him out the game,
Now he on the run, two to the head laying dead till the reaper come.
Now he fighting for another day,
Pray, dear God, I wonder can you save me.
Blood on my hands, wish I could have told,
Living in hell ain’t the way to go.
(Chorus)
I hear the voice of a Maker calling me to ride.
I hear the voice of a demon telling me to die.
I hear the voice of a Spirit try to stay alive.
I hear the voice of my flesh coming on the rise.
I hear the voice of a battle running in my head.
I hear the voice of a child whishing he was dead.
I hear the voice of a mother praying on her knees.
I hear the voice of my own persecuting me.
(Verse)
Thirteen years ole laying on the bed,
I know you hear the voices running all through your head,
Trying to make a decision about your virginity,
But the truth is in the Word, so you need to take heed.
I know you hear the voices saying take another hit,
Or in a strip club trying to get another sit,
I know you hear the voice saying take a gun to school,
A life or death choice,
Tell me what you’re going to do.
(Chorus)
I hear the voice of a Maker calling me to ride.
I hear the voice of a demon telling me to die.
I hear the voice of a Spirit try to stay alive.
I hear the voice of my flesh coming on the rise.
I hear the voice of a battle running in my head.
I hear the voice of a child whishing he was dead.
I hear the voice of a mother praying on her knees.
I hear the voice of my own persecuting me.
Verse: What if I’m a dope dealer out there slinging dope?
(Response)
I tell you there’s a hell, man it’s real, ain’t no joke.
Boy you already dead, if you ain’t got the Christ.
Turn from your ways, repentance is a must.
I put down for Christside, nothing better worth claiming.
Verse: What if I’m in jail straight doing life?
(Response)
I tell you there’s a hell, man it’s real, ain’t no joke.
Boy you already dead, if you ain’t got the Christ.
Turn from your ways, repentance is a must.
I put down for Christside, nothing better worth claiming.
Verse: What about the ladies out there lost in lust?
(Response)
I tell you there’s a hell, man it’s real, ain’t no joke.
Boy you already dead, if you ain’t got the Christ.
Turn from your ways, repentance is a must.
I put down for Christside, nothing better worth claiming.
Verse: What about the hommies out there gang banging?
(Response)
I tell you there’s a hell, man it’s real, ain’t no joke.
Boy you already dead, if you ain’t got the Christ.
Turn from your ways, repentance is a must.
I put down for Christside, nothing better worth claiming.
(Chorus)
I hear the voice of a Maker calling me to ride.
I hear the voice of a demon telling me to die.
I hear the voice of a Spirit try to stay alive.
I hear the voice of my flesh coming on the rise.
I hear the voice of a battle running in my head.
I hear the voice of a child whishing he was dead.
I hear the voice of a mother praying on her knees.
I hear the voice of my own persecuting me.
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