My Story

This is my story.

This is my, this is my. . .

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 have to take you back, but how far though? Back when me and mama rode the bus because our 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 and woke up twenty years later and I was paid like. . .

Yeah.

Hallelujah. This is my story.

This -is my. . . -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 depressed and 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 Bama Podcast and Marty Solomon's words. I read a couple books by

Louis Teverberg. 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. . .

Yeah. Hallelujah.

This is my story.

This is my. . .

Yeah.

Hallelujah.

This is my story