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When someone loses their life there’s nothing really lost,
There's more gain than loss as long as one is willing to pay the cost.
And the cost come more in the form of a trade than anything else,
Because the things you give up are not calculated into what the living consider to be wealth.
Trade in sadness and temporary happiness for everlasting delight,
And stress over bills and meals for an all-expense paid life.
No one fighting over material things because life itself is the treasure,
And there's no pain around only pure pleasure.
You can walk outside with no fear of gang violence or terrorist attacks, And for the first time ever whites will actually be equal to blacks.
So why not trade in the mean streets of the ghetto for streets of gold,
Forever in your prime...never growing old.
On this world everyone has a point A and a point Z,
But when we crossover our points change to forever and infinity.
So death doesn't mark the end of a journey or permanent goodbye's,
It’s simply the gateway to forever when someone dies.
And I know it doesn't feel good because we want to be together forever and that's real,
But the man with the final say told me to tell you that in time we will.
