From the recording 6.1.4
Before I Die is a song that dives head on into the sordid world of drug and alcohol abuse, its effects on the people caught up in that despair and their desperation to escape its hell.
Lyrics
Now there’s too many lost souls, with no where to go
I’m beggin’ Lord send your miracle, and clean up skid row
Say come on people let’s talk for a minute, let me lay it down
Said I can’t take any more of this trash like I see it in this town
Well I once was a man of success, a man so complete
But I now make my home on skid row, and I sleep on the street
It was cocaine and alcohol
That took me away
From the things that I love
Brought me down here today
Now I’m down on my knees
Just in time for me to pray
I got to find my Lord before I die
I hate to say it but I need help
I’ve got to win this battle with the bottle, come out of my shell
I’ve got to find me a little piece of heaven, ‘cause I’ve been through hell
Said I been down so low for so long, it seems like up to me (yes indeed)
I’m just a prisoner in a glass pipe, Lord set me free
You see I’ve lost all my pride
I’ve lost all my charm
There ain’t no future
Jamming needles in your arm
I can’t take any more
I’m about to explode
I got to find my Lord before I die
I hate to say it but I need help
Now Lord I’m no angel
You know that’s a fact
But without your help,
I’ll never clean up my act
I feel so angry
I feel so disturbed
‘Cause my life’s all in pieces
And I’m down to the curb
I got to find my Lord
I got to find my Lord
I got to find my Lord, Before I Die
I got to find my Lord
I got to find my Lord, Before I Die