Rhymes By Simply Logical

could ya imagine?

could ya imagine when ya on ya death bed,
could ya imagine the reality will sink in ya head,
could ya imagine the moment ya soul leaves n ya dead,
could ya imagine layin in the coffin in two white sheets,
could ya imagine goin towards the graveyard through the streets,
could ya imagine ya name on your gravestone,
could ya imagine youll be six foot down all alone,
coudl ya imagine when its time to make the journey your all alone,
could ya imagine when ya in the back of the hearse,
could ya imagine wont matter how much in ya wallet or purse,
could ya imagine if the angels welcome ya with a curse,
could ya imagine if the angels welcome ya with a beautiful verse,
could ya imagine returnin to the lord of the universe,

could ya imagine the day youll be resurrected,
coula ya imagine the day youll be brought back n erected,
could ya imagine when ya body parts will testify,
could ya imagine ya body parts wont tell a single lie,
could ya imagine the reality when its about to set,
could ya imagine youll be full of remorse n regret,
could ya imagine everyone will be shivering n shaking,
could ya imagine the truth will be told with no faking,
could ya imagine thats when the true test will begin,
could ya imagine thats when youll see the value of every sin,
could ya imagine the angels reading your deeds they used to write,
could ya imagine youll be questioned for what ya did wrong n right,
could ya imagine that day some will cripple n fade,
could ya imagine that day some will be smiling under the shade,
could ya imagine when your deeds get put onto the scale,
could ya imagine whether the test youll pass or fail...
 
fake n phony...

ya wanna show the world that you care,
but ya dont really give a damn or care,
ya dont understand the real meaning of love,
its something you aint eva heard of,
ya dont even feel any sort of emotion,
ya dont understand the meaning of devotion,
actin so sweet when ya phone me,
but all you are is so fake n phony,
the day that i die,
i dont want you to cry,
keep those crocodile tears to yourself,
ya forgot when ya left me to rot on the shelf,
when im on my death bed,
dont hold my hand n kiss my forehead,
the funeral will be full of crowds,
thats when youll pretend to love me when im covered in shrouds,
ya were quick to put on me a label,
callin me young, wild n unstable,
ya kicked me to the kerb.
why else did i turn to the herb,
now no matter how much i sin,
i keep tellin myself keep up ya chin...​
 

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