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I'm a simple man who God redeemed, and graciously uses for His purposes, I'm but a servant.
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Genre
Charts
Peak #500
Peak in subgenre #25
Author
Jared K. Gallegos I
Uploaded
February 05, 2011
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 4:27
Lyrics
Some mornings I just open my eyes, and lie in bed
Like Job and Elijah, kinda wishing I was dead.
Fed by ravens, craving the comforts of this life,
An appetite for destruction is easily satisfied.
But I’ve died to the world where carnal pleasures suffice,
Sin, no longer my shelter; Hate, no longer my pride.
I’ve tried to turn my back on God, fill my stomach with the pods.
But He loves me too much, to let me dine with the frauds.
So He lead me to the cross, demolished my polished image,
Led to end of self, now with His help, It is finished.
Every hope of self-redemption’s been diminished,
And I’ve crucified my flesh, so now He can be seen in it.
Infinitely blessed with the express image of Christ,
How does one turn to pursue the fleeting pleasures of this life?
You’re called to be a living sacrifice,
Not say a prayer, go your way then do whatever you like.
2
In 1997 I was 17 and everything was looking pretty good;
Third position in my hood.
I jumped at the opportunity, gangsta life was new to me
Quoted before puberty, no clue what it would do to me
Acid rap, laced with hash, and E&J,
Cuz we were ‘getting brainwashed like every day”
Then the cocaine queen, came on the scene
Just a bunch of kids trying to walk the triple-beam
Teen beauty queens, fighting to be seen,
At the side of the West Side overnight Kings.
And no one said a thing, like a ghetto murder scene.
Though we knew what we were doing was so vile and obscene.
We just couldn’t seem to keep our noses clean,
It took the Hand of God for your boy to be redeemed.
And I say, with no shame, I was the worst on the team,
So don’t let the lies and grey skies keep you from taking wing.
3
We’ve led our daughters to the slaughter, beside the stagnant water
Ashamed of the bible, but we’re alright with Harry Potter.
Encouraging our sons to throw away today,
For less than a ten percent chance at the NBA.
And when we say, ‘God loves you just the way you are‘,
Through a face full of make-up, we leave a complex scar.
It’s time to quit playing the fool, be faithful to these kids.
And denounce this wicked world, for what it truly is,
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