| A young buck stepped to me the other day |
| Said excuse me, sir, have you ever seen a miracle |
| Just another kid that made a living getting trippy with authority |
| Apologies to some of 'em, not all, not all |
| To list 'em all would probably be improbable if it’s not impossible without |
| getting into specifics |
| I’ve done did a lot of dirt on my own, the calendar’s past |
| You can see that through the wind shield, it’s all on the dash |
| Used to be hundreds of stories under the mats, in the floorboard but that’s no |
| more, facts |
| For sure, perhaps, but then the sin in every sinner |
| Been all over the map and there is nothing new under the sun |
| A thunder clap, never having money to burn |
| Taught me there’s plenty to learn, I’m funny with words |
| Some what mature, young, and sure |
| Listen to mine, promise I won’t come for yours |
| I run through a bunch of doors but y’all can keep the mumble bars |
| Get your paper, player, make a billie or more, opie used to be Ron Howard, |
| a Benzo was a car |
| How in the blue blazers we get where we are |
| I know a criminal that became a pastor |
| I know a drug addict that kicked the dirty habit |
| I gotta home boy walking around town right now |
| With a 22 round still up in his cabbage |
| I know a criminal that became a pastor |
| I know a drug addict that kicked the dirty habit |
| I gotta home boy walking around town right now |
| With a 22 round still up in his cabbage |
| I’m still feelin' froggy like I’m looking for terries |
| You think I was geeked up on a week of co-ca-ina and my demeanor eager |
| To regurgitate the words I make up in a book |
| My thoughts vary very rapidly listen and look |
| I took the pen to tell a story how I grab the key and peeled |
| (Side Note, the Terries Line is a reference to a Key and Peele skit, |
| clarifying for better understanding) |
| Artistic freedom, don’t need me to keep it real |
| Not the one to preach |
| Just scribbling my observations, consternation on my face? |
| We all need some conformation that our current position in life is the proper |
| situation |
| Hold time hate for competition, waiting like cheddar in a rat trap |
| Tense ready to snap, although I’m the cat really into bridging the gaps |
| Whatever clever I’m quick to kill a track with filler |
| No to step on any fila’s, don’t feel a way fella, okay |
| I know a criminal that became a pastor |
| I know a drug addict that kicked the dirty habit |
| I gotta home boy walking around town right now |
| With a 22 round still up in his cabbage |
| I know a criminal that became a pastor |
| I know a drug addict that kicked the dirty habit |
| I gotta home boy walking around town right now |
| With a 22 round still up in his cabbage |
| I know a savage that walked down the aisle of a church |
| And dropped off all of his heavy baggage |
| The stone heart soften’till the point of tears |
| A smile on the face, that couldn’t look in the mirror |
| That mess became a message, yes sir |
| Test became a testimony, yes sir |
| Liar and a thief with the world had beef |
| Now when he speaks nothing phony |
| Clean up his speech quit talking BS, and |
| Now he telling young homies, the streets are bologna |
| I know a criminal that became a pastor |
| And that’s when I told him «Long story short, yeah» |