1Man born from a woman vibes short-lived and full of drama, no cap.

2He pops up like a flower, then gets cut down; he bounces like a shadow, and that's that.

3You really gonna check me like that and bring me to court, fam?

4Who can pull something clean outta something dirty? No one, fr.

5His days are locked in, you got the number of his months, and you set his limits he can't cross;

6Just let him chill till he finishes his grind, like a hired hand.

7But there's hope for a tree; if it gets chopped, it'll bounce back and sprout again, no cap.

8Even if the root gets old in the dirt and the trunk dies in the ground;

9It can still bud from the smell of water and grow branches like a plant.

10But when man dies, he just fades away; he gives up the ghost, and then what?

11Just like the waters dip from the sea and the flood dries up;

12So man lays down and doesn't get up; till the heavens are no more, he won't wake up or rise from his sleep.

13Oh, if you could just hide me in the grave and keep me on the down low till your anger cools, then remember me!

14If a dude dies, can he live again? I'ma wait all my days till my glow-up comes.

15You'll call, and I’ll hit you back; you got mad love for your work.

16For now, you’re counting my steps; you see my mess-ups, right?

17My sins are locked up tight, and you’re stitching up my wrongs.

18And for real, when a mountain falls, it’s done for, and the rock gets moved outta place.

19The waters wear down the stones; you wash away what grows from the earth's dust, and you crush man's hope.

20You keep winning against him, and he just fades away; you change his vibe and send him off.

21His kids get all the glory, but he’s totally clueless; they get low, but he doesn't even notice.

22But his body feels the pain, and his soul is out here mourning.

1Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.

2He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

3And dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judgment with thee?

4Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one.

5Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months are with thee, thou hast appointed his bounds that he cannot pass;

6Turn from him, that he may rest, till he shall accomplish, as an hireling, his day.

7For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

8Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground;

9Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.

10But man dieth, and wasteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?

11As the waters fail from the sea, and the flood decayeth and drieth up:

12So man lieth down, and riseth not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep.

13O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!

14If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.

15Thou shalt call, and I will answer thee: thou wilt have a desire to the work of thine hands.

16For now thou numberest my steps: dost thou not watch over my sin?

17My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and thou sewest up mine iniquity.

18And surely the mountain falling cometh to nought, and the rock is removed out of his place.

19The waters wear the stones: thou washest away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and thou destroyest the hope of man.

20Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth: thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.

21His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.

22But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.