Beautiful Music

They say life can be a monster

That’s why every day I wake up, it’s the one I’m tryna conquer

I done faced my fears

A lot of nights I went to bed, the only thing I ate were my tears

That’s why you feel the vibe

And you can hear the pain in my words, you can see it in my eyes

Thank God that I’m alive

‘Cause I can count a hundred ways I know I should’ve died

I’m alive though, this for all of my critics

If it wasn’t for the Lord, I’d tell you where to stick it

Tell you where to put it, tell you where to shove it

Spit it ‘cause I lived it, not ‘cause I loved it

Now that’s enough about the old me

Talk about me all you want, you don’t even know me

They say I’m too hood with my lyrics

That’s ‘cause what I’ve been through in my life is what they livin’

And I consider this a privilege

A gift given freely to me, that’s how I give it

Of the same spirit, hopin’ they can hear it

Word hit they heart, they can be delivered

Went to the church to get baptized

Told the preacher that I keep on having these bad vibes

Told him I done lived a crazy life

By the way my days goin’, I prob’ly be dead tonight

He told me Jesus he can save my life

And he can set me free tonight

Repent and he can give me life

And that’s what your boy did, that’s why I’m standing here tonight

This is grown folks’ music

Time to show you kids how the grown folks do this

Man you really ought to be ashamed

35 years old, now you tryna go and claim a game

That’s lame, lyin’ to these kids

Stuntin’ in your music like that’s really how you live

Frontin’ on these songs like you really sellin’ dope

Homie you ain’t from the hood, you ain’t pushin’ no blow

No, keep that junk up out of my face

Keep it off my timeline, this here is my space

And if it wasn’t for the Lord’s grace

I’d be tryna follow cats, Snub Nose .38s

That’s how it goes in the Show Me State

Momma mess the money up, you end up on a dinner plate

And I hate it had to be that way

Lord, forgive us for our sins, help us see a better way

Blind ‘cause we lookin’ through a dirty lens

I was just tryna get a Benz

But I end up losin’ all my friends

Now my dirty goin’ to the pen

They hit that boy with 55

He ain’t did 3 yet, talkin’ ‘bout suicide

He told me every night he closes his eyes

When he lays down to sleep, all he hears is men cry

So don’t believe ‘em when they say that lie

Ain’t nothin’ cute about that gangsta life

That’s why I’m standing here to testify

That there’s a whole ‘nother way to live, I hope you open up your eyes