Thug Joint
Title | Thug Joint |
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Artist | Ambassador |
Album | Christology: In Laymen’s Terms |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] Somebody's gotta help me Something's wrong I'm changing This can't be [Hook] I used to be a thug But now I'm a believer I used to be a thug I know God is real I used to be a thug But now I'm a believer No more thug And no more deals [Verse 1] OK doc My occupation Was thugging The whole nine I mean The robbing The dealing The mugging The clubing The pre-marital loving The type to put one in the oven But I wasn't trying be the husband Sin was Lord And I always obeyed the Master It told me Sell drugs Just to get the paper faster Let me go to church But wouldn't let me imitate the pastor It only let me imitate my favorite rapper So the deal was I grew up Doing the ill stuff Would fight the cops Til they threw on The steal cuffs Go in Do my bid Like the mack When it was done Say cool out kids I'll be back But lately There's been some friction I've been feeling sort of sick From this heart condition It's an unusual affliction When I do wrong That's when it kicks in (From your description) (You know it sounds like conviction) I knew something Was going wrong When I bumped in To a kid so soft I thought his name Should be Pumpkin Recognizing He was a weaker Type of creature I decided To take his beeper And his sneakers You could tell for this kid That a fight was a rare sport Cause with ease I held him up like Flights in an airport He pleaded (Don't take my beeper) (I need it) And (Not my sneaks) (Let me keep my brand new Adidas) That's when signs of the sickness manifested My mind said Be nice and do what the man suggested I broke down like a fraction Gave him back What I took away Like subtraction I'm puzzled and I'm struggling Through this distraction The reciprocal Of my typical Reaction Dag blast him I made tracks and Then a flash-back happened That's when The rugged me kicked back in You might also like[Verse 2] Now last week I was in my dad's Black jeep Rolling Mad deep With mad peeps Smashed in the Back seat We took a back street A Pontiac tried to pass me I sped up And made a crash By the trash heap The accident was nasty If you ask me I would laugh But then it happened again The sickness harassed me Oh no Not again I had hurt a lot of men But never felt bad before Even when I shot a friend For ease I Thought I should step to the weed spot Cause I was loosing my cool Like melted freeze pops My knees knocked As my conscience eaves-dropped Found the weed spot And said (You sin too much) (Please stop) Peep the Situation As it gets deeper I started getting second thoughts About getting the reefer But what scared me Was this internal reasoning It was God sees ya man And you're not pleasing Him This was hard to swallow like Food without seasoning Me believe in Him I rather not breathe again Before receiving Him You would see a turtle Beat a rabbit And a cheetah In the one-hundred meter sprint That's all That was the last straw I was ready to blast off To a place I didn't Have enough cash for But with the swiftness The sickness Turned up the pitch And with the quickness I felt it clutch me like a stick shift [Verse 3] Yea You have no idea Just how absurd it is But check the word of this Witness Now get this I heard of this Crew That could rip rhymes Murderously But I heard it would be Christian I thought Absurd as can be And churches To me Can make the hard rocks Feel nervous But I went cause I heard this Would be an outdoor service I got there And saw mad youth Nodding to mad truth Rocking mad hats and boots And not plaid suits As truth Crashed through my heart Ached like a bad tooth This hard rock got softer than Brown spots on bad fruit I came with a heart of stone Like a statue Then the rap group Got under my skin like a tattoo They rapped about a Man dying And I was crying They said He died So I could be saved Like Private Ryan We all could see Zoomorphically He's a Lion Coming to rule From Zion With a scepter of iron Trying to hold back Tears that wanted to flow jack Couldn't control that It felt like my soul Cracked in half And Jesus started looking Much bigger Than drugs or liquor Or thugs pulling a trigger And it was a first that I ever felt so cursed Next to One so perfect My soul thirsted to worship Scuffling Tustling My feathers He ruffled them I tried to duck Him and Tried to get back to my hustling I must have been affected More than I could have imagined Cause that's been All I could think about Since it happened |