The Heat Is On... Can You Feel It?
The clock is ticking are you just kick'n
Back, relaxed with not a care
Think'n bout what you will wear
Should you sport that Vutton tie
Or go tieless and Hell defy
As you picture how it will be
Your entrance past the gates you see
What shoes to wear, Fendi, Versace or Dior
As you walk past the crumbling walls
Where fire burns all day and night
Maybe Hilfinger will do just right
That dress Trovata you just brought
Will do maybe your eye it caught
But your soul will bear no clothes
The one you lost now Satan holds
True Religion, the jeans you buy
Wont save you from the evil lies
Yet spend you do, fashion your style
Losing the chance, you had awhile
Theres nothing wrong with dressing well
But did you stop for just a spell
To learn of He who gave the things
You have in life, are God's blessings
Take the time to smell the rose
Of Him I write and Him who chose
To lay upon what once were trees
A wooden cross to set you free
Give thanks to Him and not Hugo
The Boss is CHRIST that you don't know
Who gave His life for you to live
Abundantly He you forgived
Wear JESUS on your heart for nothing else matters!
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