Gen Z: Ezekiel 7
1Yo, the Lord hit me up, saying,
2Ayo, son of man, God’s telling Israel: it’s the endgame, fam, the four corners are donezo.
3The end is here, and I’m about to unleash my wrath on you, judging you for your ways, no cap.
4I ain't gonna hold back, no pity here: your vibes are all messed up, and you’ll know I’m the Lord.
5God’s like, “Straight up, evil is rolling through, just evil, fam.”
6Endgame is here, it’s creeping up on you; just wait, it’s about to drop.
7Morning’s here for you, living in the land: trouble’s coming, and it ain't the chill vibes of the mountains.
8I’m about to pour out my rage on you, judging you for your ways, fr.
9I won’t hold back, no pity here: I’ll judge you for your ways and the sus stuff in your midst; you’ll know I’m the Lord who brings the heat.
10Check it, the day is here: morning’s gone; the rod’s blooming, pride’s popping off.
11Violence is on the rise, straight up wicked vibes: no one’s gonna stick around, and no one’s gonna cry for them, fr.
12The time’s here, the day’s creeping up: buyers can’t flex, sellers can’t be sad; wrath’s hitting everyone, no cap.
13Sellers can’t get back what they sold, even if they’re still breathing: the vision’s about the whole crew that won’t come back; no one can boost themselves in their messy lives.
14They blew the trumpet to get ready, but no one’s stepping to the battle: my wrath’s coming for the whole squad, periodt.
15The sword’s outside, and inside it’s all pestilence and famine: if you’re in the field, the sword’s taking you out; if you’re in the city, famine and pestilence are gonna get you, no lie.
16But those who escape will be on the mountains like doves in the valleys, all mourning for their wrongs, no cap.
17All hands are gonna be weak, and knees are gonna feel like water, fr.
18They’ll wrap themselves in sackcloth, horror’s gonna cover them; shame’s gonna be on all faces, and baldness on all heads, savage.
19They’ll throw their silver in the streets, and their gold’s getting taken away: cash can’t save them when the Lord’s wrath hits; it won’t satisfy their souls or fill them up, 'cause it’s just a trap for their sins.
20About the beauty of his bling, he set it up all majestic: but they made images of their gross stuff and nasty things in it; that’s why I’ve pushed it far away from them.
21I'm handing it over to the strangers, like, it's a whole vibe for them, and the wicked are gonna spoil it, no cap.
22I'm turning my face from them, and they're gonna mess up my chill spot; robbers are rolling in to defile it.
23Chain it up, fam; the land's a whole crime scene, and the city’s just wildin' with violence.
24I'm bringing in the worst of the outsiders to take over; the strong's flex is gonna fade, and their holy spots are about to get wrecked.
25Destruction's coming in hot; they're gonna look for peace, but it ain't happening, periodt.
26Trouble's stacking on trouble, and rumors are spreading; they'll be looking for a prophet's vision, but the law's gone from the priests, and the wise are lost.
27The king's gonna be in his feels, and the prince is gonna be dressed in despair; the people are shook; I'm gonna deal with them based on their vibes, and they'll know I'm the Lord.