I was a good kid, fast forward 1987

On the rooftop, lickin' gunshots up at heaven

1988, I’m in the earth, stuck in a curse

The streets was crazy, every week, a thug in a hearse

Went to Job Corps, Delaware Valley, they kicked me out

When to my Mom's house, she kicked me out, my Aunt's house, she kicked out

F the world, I’m hustling but I'm small time

Selling crack all day, sniffing coke all night

Alcohol to numb the pain, claiming that I love the game

How I'm living, soon I'll catch a slug in the brain

I was foul and perverted

I rooted for the bad guys and cheered when the cop got murdered

Now I'm 19, 1989

My main Dre kept a 4-5

Me, I ran around with the baby nine 380

And through the grapevine lately

I'm hearing cats wanna blaze me

I'm going all out baby

Living ungodly is bad for your health

I was angry at the world

When I really shoulda been mad at myself

I made it rougher then it had to be

So many things, I never had to see

I never knew that Christ had the key

To my soul's salvation and rhyme control

He set me free from the mind control

I was a lost soul reppin’ the night

Till the Lord Jesus Christ stepped in and said, Let there be light

Sneaker money, refer money

At the hotel, freak a honey

She sleep, I sneak her money then I leave the honey

Caught her for 1500, I’m ghost

Time she wake up, I'm in the store, trying on new clothes

In between robberies, I read Astrology

And study how Plato and Socrates stole Philosophy

After some of my wildest capers

Catch me reading Donald Goines, Na’im Akbar and the Yssis papers

Young, black and intelligent

My knowledge was irrelevant

It's like I read my books for the hell of it

I was full of wisdom and history

But sin had a grip on me

It's called the mystery of iniquity (2 Thessalonians 2:7)

I was full of hate and fear

Thought the Bible was a lie

Psalm 46 was written by Shakespeare

It wasn't my fault, the cards I was dealt

But it was my fault, I wouldn’t go to God for help

Like Randy Crawford, I played the street life

Packing a gun, stacking my ones

Jack of all trade, master of none

Doing all type of crime, facing all kind of time, I was blind

Lord, You got to show me a sign

Fighting in clubs, smoking marijuana like Redman

My moms kicked me out because I did what I want ta'

I even had legal jobs, but they worked me to death for no pay

So frustrated, had to leave them jobs

Dishwasher, mail room, loading trucks

Construction, security guard, all types of stuff

I hit an all-time low, nobody cared what I had to say

Except my main man Ron Roach

Just as sure as my name's Corey

Jesus Saves, but that's another song and a long story

The Lord will get your life in order

So when you see the Cross

Remember that blood run thicker than water