This Life Ain`t Mine

Once upon a time there was a kid named Michael he'd write about his life but with so many typos like when he wrote live it should have said love and when he wrote hit he really meant hug but he couldn't dig a hole that's already been dug like you couldn't smoke a bowl and not call it a drug his story so imperfect but that's what made it beautiful at times like a circus but that's what made it suitable at a school where kids used words like dudacle awesome and radical with care free attitudes but as life went on he put trust in songs like when he heard BAD he put gloves on his palms when Biv sang Poison he new jack swung and when he heard BDP yo his brain went num that's when he got struck by that hiphop bug and those that had it were the only ones that new what's up the beginning of a story he'd write in bed which developed into tears and an ending that read Check the rhyme and check the rhyme one time now check the rhythm its the life of mine Check the rhyme and check the rhyme one time I feel delivered when this life aint mine Check the rhyme and check the rhyme one time now check the rhythm its the life of mine Check the rhyme and check the rhyme one time I feel delivered when this life aint mine As the story unfolded the plot did thicken when michael played with dirt that soap couldn't rid him hanging with a crowd that clouded his decisions they doubted he was Christian by the way that he was living but not a misfit to most your average Joe blow minus a bit of lying or a run in with Po Po and time to time put his mind in slow mo puffin marijuana till motivation was no show then took his mental photos and wrote em in a notepad utilizing metaphors and rhyming his vocab unsigned hella broke and still at his folks pad he crawled back to church home turf since dads gonads Mike knew life meant more than getting by living for fame money girls or getting high he heard good deeds could never get him to heaven but only through grace and the son that God sent in and that's when he felt shivers set in palms sweating off his feet it swept him a concept so deep he couldn't sleep he fell to his knees as tears hit the concrete and it wasn't concrete where mike was headed next but in faith he stepped as he developed this text Check the rhyme and check the rhyme one time now check the rhythm its the life of mine Check the rhyme and check the rhyme one time I feel delivered when this life aint mine Check the rhyme and check the rhyme one time now check the rhythm its the life of mine Check the rhyme and check the rhyme one time I feel delivered is like hanver Now this concept not complex but in context a contest a constant conflict with conscience to conquest the accomplice promoting Mikes destruction peddling greed self righteousness and corruption but Mike couldn't win or even be that good kid he needed help to find out how he could live he wrestled pride until a few left hooks hit and accepted Christ and everything he could give but Michael didn't care as people smirked and stared some gave him props but inside Michael always cheered he knew his choice was right and at times thought twice but he believed the word cause the word it brought light and he got it he'd always be a man of sin but as long as Christ atoned Mike was free within so he grabbed a pen without hesitation and called his friends bout plans that he'd be breaking and wrote this story he kept in his head entitled this life aint mine and it read Check the rhyme and check the rhyme one time now check the rhythm its the life of mine Check the rhyme and check the rhyme one time I feel delivered when this life aint mine Check the rhyme and check the rhyme one time now check the rhythm its the life of mine Check the rhyme and check the rhyme one time I feel delivered its the life of mine