
Lyrics to My Story
I lost hope in humanity many moons ago
Took the sun to remind me
The moon is just for show
Reflecting light
It has no light of its own
Without the sun
It's just a dark, cold, perilous globe
I mean, I probably had to take you back
But how far though
Back when me and mama rode the bus
Cause her car broke
Back when I was in my early teens
Having dreams about being your favorite rapper
But none of it's what it seems
Maybe the crime scene
The scene of the crime
My partner had got arrested
Went away for a time
Felt guilty in my soul
Cause I barely wrote him
I was busy medicating
And losing serotonin
Or maybe I could take you back to Atlanta
When I was brave
Hit my knees in front of everyone crying
Jesus saves
I wrote a couple songs in my room
And then I prayed
Went to sleep
Woke up twenty years later
And I was paid like
Listen, look
This is the story of my reconstruction
I was broken and busted
I was dented and rusted
I hated Christians for a while
Thought the church was disgusting
But that pain becomes a license
For liquor and lusting
I mean, what can you trust in
If you don't trust in God?
My existence was just a figment
Of my feeble mind
So depressing, living for nothing
But your carnal urges
Intellectuals answer questions
But it still disturbed me
Holy Spirit, patiently waiting
Nothing forsaken
Started stirring my faith
It was gentle and never shaken
The Bema podcast
And Marty Solomon's words
I read a couple books
By Lois Tverberg
Many sermons by Tony Evans
And Charlie Dates
I felt the Lord showing His face
Giving me grace
Corrected vision
When my eyes got blurry
I give the Lord glory
He changed my whole story like
Took the sun to remind me
The moon is just for show
Reflecting light
It has no light of its own
Without the sun
It's just a dark, cold, perilous globe
I mean, I probably had to take you back
But how far though
Back when me and mama rode the bus
Cause her car broke
Back when I was in my early teens
Having dreams about being your favorite rapper
But none of it's what it seems
Maybe the crime scene
The scene of the crime
My partner had got arrested
Went away for a time
Felt guilty in my soul
Cause I barely wrote him
I was busy medicating
And losing serotonin
Or maybe I could take you back to Atlanta
When I was brave
Hit my knees in front of everyone crying
Jesus saves
I wrote a couple songs in my room
And then I prayed
Went to sleep
Woke up twenty years later
And I was paid like
Listen, look
This is the story of my reconstruction
I was broken and busted
I was dented and rusted
I hated Christians for a while
Thought the church was disgusting
But that pain becomes a license
For liquor and lusting
I mean, what can you trust in
If you don't trust in God?
My existence was just a figment
Of my feeble mind
So depressing, living for nothing
But your carnal urges
Intellectuals answer questions
But it still disturbed me
Holy Spirit, patiently waiting
Nothing forsaken
Started stirring my faith
It was gentle and never shaken
The Bema podcast
And Marty Solomon's words
I read a couple books
By Lois Tverberg
Many sermons by Tony Evans
And Charlie Dates
I felt the Lord showing His face
Giving me grace
Corrected vision
When my eyes got blurry
I give the Lord glory
He changed my whole story like
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