Michael Summers - God Is Gracious lyrics

[Verse 1] God is gracious, God is good I thank God I made it out the hood Misguided, misunderstood Eyes red like Riding Hood Though around my hood, I probably don't get the hoorah I should Cause I don't sound as Atlanta I sound as hood I ain't sound as gutter I wasn't around the crooks I should write a book called Anti-Social Circles so small that the sh**'s an oval I don't know I guess I'm not as soulful I don't know I guess I'm not as local I don't know I guess I'm way to boastful All these shows man I way too global Trusting these hoes man I'm way too hopeful Speaking my mind man I'm way to vocal And I'm way too loco And it's crazy how n***as can see their self When they look at you and believe their self In the ring you the people's champ Till they see them rings and they see them belts Now you done bossed up with your conceited self Changed up, you need to be yourself Whatever the f** that is And f** this rap sh** Whatever the f** that is It's more to Atlanta than just being a dumb black n***a and a slum black kid It's more to Atlanta than just being a conscious rapper with some content On a compact disc in a backpack with some nappy a** hair Just so you can feel more black f** it I'm back Bobby Ray Bands [Hook] See I was just the average Joe I coulda had an average job Was hungry and I wanted more But back then I had it all Before I drove the fancy cars Before I smoked with all the stars Was hungry and I wanted more Back then I had it all Back then I had it all Back then I had it all My family ain't gon' never starve Back then I had it all [Verse 2] Back then they didn't want me Now I'm on, they still phony Fake cool, fake dudes, fake beef and they still cloning And I'm still lonely They be taking shots at the big homie It's still lonely up top And I'm the only friend that I got They say they sleepin' on me It's a bunch of undercovers Undercover cops, undercover brothers I ain't one to judge you, I'm just saying there's a lot of n***as covered up behind a color and a chopper True colors, where is Cyndi Lauper? n***as know that you were not a mobster Only bricks you've seen is cinderblocks, boy Writing fiction but you're not an author Lookin' left, stiffin' up your posture Wait, I'm getting off of topic Got a label, we don't claim a genre, b**h Cause it ain't a genre Whole roster chock-full of Rastas I been medicating so much lately Every day I got a different doctor God damn [Hook] See I was just the average Joe I coulda had an average job Was hungry and I wanted more But back then I had it all Before I drove the fancy cars Before I smoked with all the stars Was hungry and I wanted more Back then I had it all Back then I had it all Back then I had it all My family ain't gon' never starve Back then I had it all