This is my story, 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 had to take you back, but how far though?
Back when me and mama rode the bus because her car broke
Back when I was in my early teens
having dreams 'bout 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
Fеlt guilty in my soul 'cause I barely wrote him
I was busy mеdicating 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

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 depressing, 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 Bema podcast and Marty Solomon's words
I read a couple books by Lois Tverberg
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