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Verse One:

A prophet is sent
To herald a catastrophic event
The Most High calling His flock to repentance
Lest the sentence of holy vengeance fall upon all descendants
But the tendency is to sweep it under the rug and keep it
Like a shameful family secret
It's painful, but the wound must be exposed to heal
They paraded the image, but you wasn't supposed to kneel
Turned your eyes from all that's good, fair and just
Atrocities committed, you just stood there and fussed
So He took away the oil, took away the grain
Took away the spoil, took away the rain
Sky darkened from the locusts as they come to devour
Ain't nothin you can do but just succumb to the power
Of sheer numbers, while the world in fear wonders
What's next, as hope for the future disappears under
I hear thunder, son you can't run from it
Sick to your stomach, watching your portfolio plummet
Never in your ill-prepared nightmares thought it would come to that
Now where your numbers at? Getting cut like a lumberjack
Cuts the old growth all down
When the blind lead the blind, kid, they both fall down
Let's see what you can make an oath call down, speech marked with cusswords
And biting criticism, but your bark is much worse
The darkness must curse the light 'cause it has to flee
Laugh at me, but the joke's on you Jack, you'll see
God never played second string
He's beckoning to motivate you to escape the day of reckoning

Chorus:

See, you're in the valley of decision
What's it gonna be, you're in the valley of decision
Right or left, you're in the valley of decision
Height or depth, you're in the valley of decision
See, you're in the valley of decision
What's it gonna be, you're in the valley of decision
Right or left, you're in the valley of decision
Life or death, you're in the valley of decision

Verse Two:

A prophet is sent
But once the rain starts falling, it's difficult to stop the descent
It's typical, many will realize too late
And turn only when they perceive it's their own lives at stake
It's pititful, the way we simply stand as the land is laid waste
And circumstances demand we vacate
I'm breathing fumes corrosive enough to rust metal
It ain't no time to let the dust settle
I look up, half expecting to see missiles fall
I'm seeing hard times, and it don't take no crystal ball
Kids are pulling pistols y'all, ain't no fisticuffs
They're pissed and stuff, it's like the rich ain't rich enough
While ghetto children fightin over Top Ramen
News of another suicide bombing is common
While no one else seems to be noticing, I'm focusing
Off in the distance, the approaching sound of locusts' wings

(repeat Chorus)

Outro:

God never played second string
He's beckoning to motivate you to escape the day of reckoning
While no one else seems to be noticing, I'm focusing
Off in the distance, the approaching sound of locusts' wings

Off in the distance, the approaching sound of locusts' wings

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