Thi'sl - Beautiful Music Lyrics
They say life can be a monsterThat’s why every day I wake up, it’s the one I’m tryna conquerI done faced my fearsA lot of nights I went to bed, the only thing I ate were my tearsThat’s why you feel the vibeAnd you can hear the pain in my words, you can see it in my eyesThank God that I’m alive‘Cause I can count a hundred ways I know I should’ve diedI’m alive though, this for all of my criticsIf it wasn’t for the Lord, I’d tell you where to stick itTell you where to put it, tell you where to shove itSpit it ‘cause I lived it, not ‘cause I loved itNow that’s enough about the old meTalk about me all you want, you don’t even know meThey say I’m too hood with my lyricsThat’s ‘cause what I’ve been through in my life is what they livin’And I consider this a privilegeA gift given freely to me, that’s how I give itOf the same spirit, hopin’ they can hear itWord hit they heart, they can be deliveredWent to the church to get baptizedTold the preacher that I keep on having these bad vibesTold him I done lived a crazy lifeBy the way my days goin’, I prob’ly be dead tonightHe told me Jesus he can save my lifeAnd he can set me free tonightRepent and he can give me lifeAnd that’s what your boy did, that’s why I’m standing here tonightThis is grown folks’ musicTime to show you kids how the grown folks do thisMan you really ought to be ashamed35 years old, now you tryna go and claim a gameThat’s lame, lyin’ to these kidsStuntin’ in your music like that’s really how you liveFrontin’ on these songs like you really sellin’ dopeHomie you ain’t from the hood, you ain’t pushin’ no blowNo, keep that junk up out of my faceKeep it off my timeline, this here is my spaceAnd if it wasn’t for the Lord’s graceI’d be tryna follow cats, Snub Nose .38sThat’s how it goes in the Show Me StateMomma mess the money up, you end up on a dinner plateAnd I hate it had to be that wayLord, forgive us for our sins, help us see a better wayBlind ‘cause we lookin’ through a dirty lensI was just tryna get a BenzBut I end up losin’ all my friendsNow my dirty goin’ to the penThey hit that boy with 55He ain’t did 3 yet, talkin’ ‘bout suicideHe told me every night he closes his eyesWhen he lays down to sleep, all he hears is men crySo don’t believe ‘em when they say that lieAin’t nothin’ cute about that gangsta lifeThat’s why I’m standing here to testifyThat there’s a whole ‘nother way to live, I hope you open up your eyes
