Everything Is Rented

[INTRO — SPOKEN] Think about it… The body is rented. The house is rented. The car is rented. The clothes are rented. Even time… We just don’t know when the lease is up. [HOOK] Everything is rented, nothing really mine Borrowed every breath, temporary every time Keys to the kingdom, but I never owned the land Came into this world with nothing in my hands Everything is rented, better read the fine print Life came with a lease and the lease got an end So while I’m here, I’m tryna leave something behind ‘Cause the only thing I keep is what I put in somebody’s mind [VERSE 1] I got a body, but I didn’t build the frame Got a heartbeat that I never programmed Got a house, but the walls ain’t coming with me Got a car, but the road don’t belong to me Closet full of clothes, still can’t dress forever Bank full of numbers, can’t buy one more second We say “my money,” like we printed the paper Say “my life,” like we signed with the Maker I decorated rooms like I owned the whole mansion But I’m just passing through with a temporary access Every morning is another extension Another day added to the sentence I used to chase things that I couldn’t keep Now I’m chasing moments that my soul can speak ‘Cause when the lights go out and the curtain falls What you gave to the world might be all that’s left at all [HOOK] Everything is rented, nothing really mine Borrowed every breath, temporary every time Keys to the kingdom, but I never owned the land Came into this world with nothing in my hands Everything is rented, better read the fine print Life came with a lease and the lease got an end So while I’m here, I’m tryna leave something behind ‘Cause the only thing I keep is what I put in somebody’s mind [VERSE 2] Rent-a-body, rent-a-house, rent-a-car Rent-a-minute underneath the stars Temporary tenant with a permanent question “What am I supposed to do with this possession?” Maybe that’s why losing taught me appreciation Every goodbye turned into an education People I loved left footprints in the floor Now I understand what memories are for You can’t take the mansion when the landlord calls Can’t pack up the planet when your lease dissolves Can’t put your achievements in a suitcase Can’t bribe time when it comes to collect So I stopped counting everything I possess Started counting every life that I touched instead Every song that gave somebody hope in the dark Every word that helped somebody restart Maybe purpose ain’t owning the whole world Maybe purpose is leaving something beautiful For the next tenant walking through the door A little more light than what was there before [HOOK] Everything is rented, nothing really mine Borrowed every breath, temporary every time Keys to the kingdom, but I never owned the land Came into this world with nothing in my hands Everything is rented, better read the fine print Life came with a lease and the lease got an end So while I’m here, I’m tryna leave something behind ‘Cause the only thing I keep is what I put in somebody’s mind [VERSE 3] Forty-seven years deep, still under construction Thought I needed everything, really needed instruction I chased the applause, chased the money, chased the image Then life started showing me the difference Between having possessions and possessing peace Between feeding your ego and feeding your spirit Between being remembered and actually being missed Between having a platform and having something to give God gave me breath, so I better make it count Gave me a voice, so I’m pouring it out Gave me another morning when yesterday was done Another blank page underneath another sun I don’t know when the lease expires I just know every sunrise feels a little more priceless So I’m leaving fingerprints all over these beats Trying to turn temporary time into something that speaks When they finally say, “Your lease is up, keys please,” I wanna hand ’em back with a heart full of peace No mansion, no money, no trophies in the case Just love in the people and music in the space [OUTRO — SPOKEN] Funny thing about life… We spend our whole lives saying, “That’s mine.” My house. My car. My money. My body. My time. Then one day… the landlord comes knocking. And you realize… you were never the owner. You were just blessed enough to be the tenant. Read the fine print. Everything is rented. SILL-E…