Hook:
Where, can you find,
A place to get a way from the chains of time,
When, it’s time to die,
Tell me exactly where, can you hide?
Verse 1:
It’d be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death,
Finally comin’ to rest after a life full of stress,
Or reachin’ distress, after a life full of sex and lies,
Heart full of pride, walkin round’ wit haughty eyes,
Hard-headed guys, that seems all we grow up to be,
What’s one, we gotta catch every fish in the sea,
So many long gone from catchin’ HIV,
Didn’t we all say one time that “it won’t be me”
But death’s got a radar, and no matter where you are,
I guarantee you’re never too far from bein’ a target,
Whether you’re soft as cake or straight up the hardest,
Whether you’re real or fake, it never takes a bargain,
Whether you’re dead broke or a millionaire,
Check the record, it’s a lot of dead billionaires,
For all those walkin’ round’ like you’re never gone’ die,
Answer this question for me, where can you hide?
Verse 2:
Are the moon and the stars out of God’s jurisdiction,
Does the sun extend farther than His knowledge and wisdom?
Where can one go to be out of the reach of judgment,
Safe from the grave’s grip with no need to repent?
Can fame, shepherd through the dark in death’s valley,
Untouched and unafraid of what will come to be?
Can your crew stop death’s hand, will they be by your side,
To protect you and keep you from ever seeing demise?
Tell me what man has, is there but one left,
That wrestled death and still managed to walk away with his breath?
Death doesn’t wither, so if you did get a W,
Trust in your weak days it’ll be back for round 2,
It’s one immutable truth, common relation amongst men,
All must die, all must come to an end,
Whether you know it or not, you’re just standing in line,
Waiting to look in the eye of a judge on high
Verse 3:
Verse 3 is written and recorded by Demetrius “Deacon D.A.S.” Springer
