Redeemed Thought - My Life Cypha lyrics

[Hook] Ahh you think That I could make it Without Christ in my mind, my mind [Verse 1: Phanatik] First things first, I was the worst of the worst Cursed from dirt, I came to Earth in a hurst Grew in my arrogance, why in my errorless Out on the record, I'm not proud What I'm sharing's just to Fact of the matter moms come back up the data Another soul cracked before Just had cracks in my character French was my accent, every sentence I was swearing at ya' Parked on the bench with my henchmen Known for staring at ya' Stirring up trouble trouble hubble without a cause A stone from the d**h, next pebble about to toss Never touched a drug, I just thugged without the floss Until I met some emcees who presented me with the Cross [Verse 2: Amba**ador] That proves life without Christ is bugged out Cause when you Christless you really lifeless Like when the blinds with the buds out When indwellin' sin is involved Bad deeds come, but good ones are done In the vendom of God And the poof of the move was in the snitchin' I used to booze smoke on the roof in the sniffin' While other dudes up in the crew were in the kitchen Twitchin' itchin' To see if the winner rock was gettin' lit in [?] Listen in vision, it's kinda livin' the Christian Just livin' like this in, just forgettin' this mission Uh oh now hit the double arrow next scene Seen my life in Christ, now how this dude get clean [Hook] [Verse 3: Timothy Brindle] I was blind to the light, spiritual cataracts The rhymes in the light were lyrics to battle cats I was my own god, I was so flod I even stole wats, from my own mall Took a gold quarter Had mad diseases Now I read his Word in the morning than watch Catholic preaches I used to laugh at Jesus and at believers I even called crap and thesis masterpieces But now I cherage Christ And He loved his parasite And spared my life, someone buried ite For Him, I spit cronks [?] to deserve it With joy the bubbles over light in dishwashing detergent [Verse 4: Shai Linne] What would Jesus do? Make these heathens new Wanna know my testimony? Read Ephesians 2 Gettin' high wit' my friends, with my eyes on some rims Tryna buy me a benz, 'bout to die in my sins Beyond conviction, not listenin' to what my mind was kickin' For the Bible is filled with contradictions Then I read it got confronted with the fact That contradictions were like weapons and ma** destruction in Iraq Couldn't find him so, the Lord gave me a brighter glow Or mics I flow, that Christ would be highlighted though But check the equasion that got me excited bro He dipped his brown man and red blood and came out white as snow [Hook] [Verse 5: Tru-Life] I knew the Lord as a young boy Over preteen Shortly after I was captured and raptured by the street Seen sung the steat ream [?] I slung the heat mean And if I brought the ruckus I cut up the beast lean Was something a neat scene to be lurking up my person Working into my scenes and it wasn't the genes Could it be wit' this King who was stretched on the beam Was calling me? To play my position on his team? No more out of bounds or foul balls I deemed To be something more important than adults, know what I mean The blood made me gleam, this love let me see The 180 was crazy but exactly what a brother needs [Verse 6: Redeemed Thought] Tutes and Berbonite, both churches deserted Christ Perverted, murder is tight, flooding with skirts In the night The danger is tight, playing as Satan's "angels o' light" Deranged wit' a mic, faking the life, dating your wife Two-Two face cold hearted b-lying a dollar our dollar to Who choose grace war started dying I gotta trust Eyes open wide shut lie tryna hide lust Despising the mind that's bawlin' all the time The evil within seasons need to condemn But Jesus amenity's good he bleeded for men We could pretend we're perfect raised up in surburban churches But all of our hearts are dark from the start and God is searchin' us [Hook] [Verse 7: The Tonic] I was the drunk guy fake like had Heat in the trunk eye Not a punk guy they gave not castolunkt eye Rick James CD want a delicate pull over funk guy Rock 'em crisp EDR they punked eye Brown guy, fox hunter, aiming with fogarity Lady lovable four-snipe brought us back to popularity Clarity smash "fun" when I'm done, met the Savior His behavior changes, like provisions of my nature Next I'm church word comin' off the page Preacher from the poopit like he had a gauge Doin' the age of black power forced God supremacy God lead me to His Son Now I'm walking in His energy [Hook]