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Thug Joint

The Ambassador

Letra

    [Chorus]
    I used to be a thug but now I'm a believer
    I used to be a thug I know how it feels
    I used to be a thug but now a believer
    No more thug and no more deals

    [Verse 1]
    Ok doc my occupation was thuggin'
    The whole nine, I mean the robbin' the dealin' the muggin'
    The Clubin' the premarital lovin'
    The type to put one in the oven but I wasn't tryin' to 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 would let me imitate the pastor
    It only let me imitate my favorite rapper
    So the deal was I grew up doin' 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 a fight was a rare sport
    Cause with ease I held him up like flights at 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

    [Repeat Chorus]

    Now last week I was in my dad's black jeep
    Rollin' 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 him crash by the trash heap
    The accident was nasty if you ask me
    I would have laughed 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 a weak 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 the internal reasoning
    It was, "God sees you man, and your not pleasing Him"
    This was hard to swallow like food with out seasonin'
    Me believe in Him, I rather not breath again
    Before receivin' Him
    You would see a turtle beat a rabbit and a cheetah in a 100m's 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

    [Repeat Chorus]

    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 because I heard this would be an outdoor service
    I got there and saw mad youth noddin' to mad truth
    Rockin' mad hats and suits 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 stone like a statue then the rap group
    Got under my skin like a tattoo
    They rapped about a man diein' and I was cryin'
    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 lookin' much bigger
    than drugs or liquor or thugs pullin' a trigger
    And it was a first that I ever felt so cursed next to One so perfect
    My soul thirsted to worship
    Scufflin', tustlin', my feathers, He ruffled them
    I tried to duck Him and tried to get back to my hustlin'
    I must have been affected more than I could have imagined
    Cause that's been all I can think about since it happened

    [Repeat Chorus to fade]




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