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letra de i ain't who i was - c.h.r.i.s. (nftry)

[verse 1: c.h.r.i.s.]

i run with a gang of believers who do not believe in the settlin’
right hand on my heart, and trust me, it is not because i am american
my allegiance to jesus, it bleeds through these speakers and leaks out of heaven’s pen
plus my heart is deceitful and wicked and i swore that i’d ever let it win
they don’t even really wanna hear it if
i’m talkin’ bout the same religious cynical gimmicks
so i gotta give ’em truth out the booth, not opinion
’cause a lot of what they hear is from the pages of opinions
they told me to dumb down everything in my {writtens?}
but every one of their lyrics four pounds, round spittin’
what’s the difference? i can live it while they deliver the fake
i spent a lot of time just seekin’ the father’s face
i got tired of the funerals, tired of all the wakes
{did they?} happen for a g? no, i am sorry to say
jesus said “follow me,” apparently he know the way
the sadducees, the pharisees will lead you off the other way
you gotta know him for yourself, not from what n0body say
yo, i came a long way from henny and alizé
burnin’ sticky, rollin’ trips in the hood all day
who woulda thought that i’d be here, an example of god’s grace?

[hook: th3 saga]
yeah, man they talkin’ bout me
man they talkin’ bout me
see they always tryin’ judge
i was brought up in the streets
i was brought up in the streets
used to hang with the thugs
i was taught to pack heat
in case the boys want beef
lay ’em down with a slug
but i’m saved by the father
so i got that peace
and i ain’t who i was

man they talkin’ bout me
man they talkin’ bout me
see they always tryin’ judge
i was brought up in the streets
i was brought up in the streets
used to hang with the thugs
i was taught to pack heat
in case the boys want beef
lay ’em down with a slug
but i’m saved by the father
so i got that peace
and i ain’t who i was

[verse 2: c.h.r.i.s.]
i was headed to the grave or a jail
if it wasn’t for the savior’s blood
most of the homies in the grave or a jail
but i’m here by the savior’s love
and his grace, all glory to the king
i am here to lift the savior up
the gs taught us to c-ck back, aim, and bust
shoot first, ’cause ain’t a thing that remains to discuss
never did {it big?}, never did i claim to be tough
but i was still in sin, man, i was still enslaved to the stuff
upstate, move away, quite dangerous
{scared?} money {don’t?} make money was the way for us
it was always about the paper, not the fame, for us
in love with the lifestyle, man, change for what?
i’m in love with the light now, and it’s crazy, huh?
’cause i should’ve been wiped out

[verse 3: eshon burgundy]
i been around guns and drugs
everybody thinkin’ i’m a thug
they be swearin’ by what i’m wearin’
declarin’ that i’m up
to no good, but i’m reppin’ no hood
but the fatherhood, and i been done a lotta good
but that’s filthy in the face of who helped me
saved from the bullets that was racin’ to k!ll me
repent from my sin while embracin’ my guilty
i’m a dead man made alive by the prophet with the red hands
most high, bread and water for the {brethren?}
father, can i get a plate
hear ’em in my ear, yellin’ “can i get a 8th?”
i try to walk away but the block in the way
the zombies is out singin’ “pump up the b-ss”
the dealers is wavin’ their keys in my face
i won’t fall away but i’m all in my faith, shalom

- c h r i s nftry

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