Last ones to leave

[Intro]
Lord… help us…
Romans 12:2 — don’t conform… renew your mind…
Psalm 34:18 — He’s close to the brokenhearted…

[Verse 1]
Scrollin’ through life… blind to the truth… every click a lie…
Lucy, only sixteen… postin’ pics… Bible verse in the bio… lookin’ sly…
Pushin’ boundaries online… she don’t even know…
Lost in the glow… impressionable… tryna stunt… tryna show…
Where are Lucy’s parents? Who’s watchin’ her grow?
Young boys chasin’ fame… flashin’ jewels at night…
Flashin’ guns for attention… tryna earn her eyes…
Likes over love… clout over trust… that’s the curse…
Phone’s a gateway to the soul… swipin’ worse and worse…
Hearts digital… minds criminal… souls minimal…
Lord, help us break the chains… make it spiritual…
Then tragedy hit… [bang] [bang]… shots rang out…
One boy caught a bullet… tryna shine for her page…
Flexin’ for Lucy… livin’ like the videos he plays…
Mama on the sidewalk cryin’… “Lord, not my baby…”
Young Lucy vulnerable… impressionable…
Now the left ones left… cold streets… silent breath… (Lord… help…)

[Chorus / Hook]
Last to leave… till I see everybody gone…
Hands full of liquor… puffin’ on my own…
Left ones left… scars and all… standin’ strong…
Lord… help us… teach us right from wrong…
Last to leave… till I see everybody gone…
Hands full of liquor… puffin’ on my own…
Left ones left… scars and all… standin’ strong…
Lord… help us… teach us right from wrong…
[Verse 2]
Walkin’ past chaos… police lights burnin’ in my eyes…
Tryna feel somethin’ real… before the moment dies…
They call me crazy… I call it awake…
Chasin’ fleeting highs… but what do we take?
Peace ain’t in trends… love ain’t in streams…
It’s prayer in the dark… livin’ bigger than dreams…
Screens can’t hold light… they can’t feed the soul…
Generation lost… Lord, help us take control…
That boy’s mama weepin’… waitin’ down by the gate…
Tryna feel his heartbeat in the wind… hold the weight…
His friend blamin’ himself… “If I ain’t hype him up… maybe he’d still breathe…”
Guilt in his chest… tears fallin’ down his cheeks… (Lord…)
Now the left ones left… my crew gone… faded…
Alone in the dark… all the noise infiltrated…
TikTok tickin’… time runnin’ out… the King is comin’…
We trade truth for attention… peace for a mention…

[Verse 3]
Young boys flashin’ guns and jewels… tryna stunt for the timeline…
Hearts empty… flexin’ like they rich in the mind…
Whole generation driftin’… disconnected from God…
And the ones still breathin’? Yeah… they the left ones left… scars and all…
Lucy, sixteen… postin’ explicit pics… Bible verse in her bio…
“God protects me”… hustlin’ for the viral…
Grown men worshipin’ her pixels… like she an idol…
Every click a trap… another lamb to the cycle…
We should protect Lucy… young, vulnerable, impressionable…
Young boy wanted attention… clout just to feel seen…
Showed off guns… jewels… gang ties on the screen…
Tried to impress Lucy… homies hyped him too…
Where are her parents now? Who’s guidin’ her steps?
Next night the streets called… [bang] [bang]… streets don’t care who…
He got caught in a crossfire… tryna play what he ain’t…
Mama holdin’ roses… cryin’ tears the devil paints… (Lord…)
Bow down to your phone… you bow down to Lucifer…
Scrollin’ through your soul exposed… same posture as a prayer…

[Verse 4]
Evil politicians fund the lie… behind the fame…
Private prisons makin’ money off the gang game…
Blood or Crip… red or blue… it’s all the same…
Coincidence the colors divide black and white? (uhh…)
Red and blue… black or white… it’s just a game…
It doesn’t matter who you vote for… checkered floor…
Cash flows… power grows… while the streets stay in chains…
If those lines flew over you… you just proved yourself—believe the lie…
Inform yourself… stop believin’ everything… open your eyes…
TikTok tickin’… time runnin’ out… the King is comin’…
We trade truth for attention… peace for a mention…
Hope for a follow… sell our souls for affection…
They don’t care about us… chains ain’t metal…
They the apps that trap us… (beat cuts… silence…)

[Hook – Final]
Last to leave… till I see everybody gone…
Hands full of liquor… puffin’ on my own…
Left ones left… scars and all… standin’ strong…
Lord… help us… teach us right from wrong…
[Outro]
I’m tired of this shit…
Take a look at yourself…
It’s time for a change.


lyrics by me.
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