Da T.R.U.T.H. : Civilian

Lyrics for the Da T.R.U.T.H. song "Civilian" from their "The Faith" album. Feel free to browse the rest of our Da T.R.U.T.H. lyrics here, or download the rest of our The Faith lyrics.

Band: Da T.R.U.T.H.
Album: The Faith
Song: Civilian

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I'm a civilian—

My feet are planted

I'm on this planet

But cannot get too attached to this life



'Cause I'm a pilgrim—

And so I'm building

Fulfilling the great commission

My eyes are fixed on the Christ



Verse 1
We on a roll

Tonic told me to write from my soul

And not to think about the reviews

Or the albums I sold



And so I did that

Laid back, prayed, got my focus right

Thought about what the culture needs

Not just what the culture likes



Thought about the youth of the church

And got depressed like

Man, they only want what they see

Look at their appetites



They only crave

For what satisfies for the moment

They can’t see past their noses

Ain’t thinking about the afterlife



Man, they don't want God

They want 50 Cent

They don't even want Christian rappers

At least not if he spends



Most of his time on stage

Bragging about God and His ways

They really want

The gods of this age



And so they're bored

When they sit in church

You see them slumped in their seats—half asleep

Simply ignoring the literature



They want the counterfeit

Like forging a signature

Man, they don't care

About the Lord and His worth—‘cause



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Verse 2
I get so tired

Of reading men in the Bible

Then coming up for air

Looking around—I can't find nobody like them



Sister girl’s eye is on

Buying the next item

Ya'll know we're in the age

Where idleness is an idol



Man, we need revival

Ambassador told me

To meet him in the kitchen

‘Cause dude, look at their diet



It’s sweets all week long

And I ain’t talking about junk food

I'm talking about

What they’re really desiring



Xboxâ, videos

Girls paint their pretty toes

You know the type

That can’t fall asleep till the city dozes



Slaves to their cell phones

Radios

Or maybe over a friend’s

Watching Ray Liotta on HBO



My generation can’t be still

Or sit calm

They skip Psalms

To go to the bedroom and watch sitcoms



Now, I know

That we exist in a tension

I just wish

that we would switch our affection—I know the fight



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Verse 3
Ever since the advent

Of the steam engine

Man, it almost seems like

Yahweh lost the redeemed's interest



To iPods, Internet

Our God's infinite

Kids ain’t a bit impressed

Parents don't get it yet



And some of our pastors don't get it yet

Man, they think it's enough

If the kids are getting crunked

So they keep throwing skate parties and concerts



So, the kids know P. Diddy and Fonzworth

But nothing about God's worth

And that's a problem Houston

Let's not confuse it—part of God’s solution is



The older scooping the younger up

Hoping to produce a hunger

For righteousness in their souls

Discipleship is the goal



I pray that the generation

That likes to listen to Hov

Would turn to the Lord Jesus Christ

To lift up their souls



Above the surface

I pray we would know His worth

And prefer the things of God

Over what is bound to the earth



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