- アルバムの紹介
- 歌詞
- アルバムリスト
The Rep
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My Destiny
Ever since a kid I've been nothin but a piece of dirt
Sittin in my kindergarten starin up my teacher's skirt
Musta been a piece of work was a bad seed from birth
Momma's on the phone again but every time we speak it hurts
Cause every time we talk she just mumbles off that Vicodin
Momma I gotta go my G.I Joe just beat up Spider man
Aight then I see you later cause you coming back I hope
I said I see you later but we both know that's a joke
So ever since I never learned how to control my anger
Oddly enough this is one letter short of danger
So like an orphan I would often just distort my language
Like blank this and blank that my mind's a torture chamber
And it's filled with porn must be from these pills i'm on
Your cup runs over mine's is empty must be spilled is gone
I coulda swore I was right but let's be real I was wrong
That's when I cried out 'Lord Jesus let Your will be done!'
Hey yo I shoulda been that body that they found up in the river bed
Or another pervert stuck surfin the internet
Purchase some cigarettes puff my life away like a lazy coward
So addicted to coke-I'm sniffin baby powder
But God changed my life flipped to a 180
Dumb crazy shoulda left me somewhere gettin drunk wasted
Wakin up in the mornin in a corner of some basement
Smothered in my own vomit slumped into my own coffin
I have been re-born again! I am like an ornament
Hangin from a Christmas tree in the middle of an orphanage
Giving hope to the unfortunate and those who can't afford to live
And mothers who know all too well just what an abortion is
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Yes life is but a dream but it is so much more than this
More than this workin 9 to 5 just to pay your mortgages
You will become the child of God that you was blessed to be
You was born to magnify the Lord this is your destiny!
Mirror mirror in the toilet who's the illest can you call it
You reflect an alcoholic cause I'm dressed up in this vomit
With a silly grin on my face like I'm blessed to be retarded
Living breath in me departed now my flesh is the incarnated
Thinkin death to me is foreign but it's movin army quick as some liquor
With out a warning feelin sicker in the mornin
Typical symptoms of a pitiful victim sin has befallen
And the pain makes it hard for me to try to keep my soul still
Sticky fingers ghost still broke outta brokeville
And in this game he's got my brains lookin like some oatmeal
Highway to hell is fast but looks like the road's still
But thank God for Christ Who has mercy on the roadkill
So to repent is why I be seein folks kneel
The waters only cold cause we don't know how His coat feel
Daddy's love is so real blood like some soap spilled
And His Word the water to wash self from your will
So I'm sittin on the block and I'm thinkin about my destiny
I'm wonderin what will become the death of me
My life will I leave a legacy
So I'm in the kitchen and I'm cookin up a recipe
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