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Verse 1Once upon a time there was a kid named Michaelhe'd write about his life, but with so many typoslike when he wrote live, it should have said loveand when he wrote hit, he really meant hugbut he couldn't dig a hole that's already been duglike you couldn't smoke a bowl, and not call it a drughis story so imperfect but that's what made it beautifulat times like a circus but that's what made it suitableat a school,.where kids used words like "dudacle"awesome, and radical with care-free attitudesbut as life went on, he put trust in songslike when he heard BAD, he put gloves on his palmswhen Biv sang Poison, he new jack swungand when he heard BDP, yo his brain went numthat's when he got struck by that hiphop bugand those that had it, were the only ones that new what's upthe beginning of a story he'd write in bedwhich developed into tears and an ending that read..
ChorusCheck the rhymeand check the rhyme one timenow check the rhythmits the life of mineCheck the rhyme..and check the rhyme one time..I feel delivered..when this life aint mine
Verse 2As the story unfolded, the plot did thickenwhen michael played with dirt that soap couldn't rid himhanging with a crowd, that clouded his decisions..they doubted he was Christian by the way that he was livingbut not a misfit, to most your average Joe blowminus a bit of lying or a run in with Po-Po (police).and time to time put his mind in slow-mopuffin marijuana till motivation was no-showthen took his mental photos and wrote em in a notepad.utilizing metaphors and rhyming his vocab.unsigned, hella broke, and still at his folks padhe crawled back to church home turf since dads gonadsMike knew life meant more than getting byliving for fame, money, girls or getting highhe heard good deeds could never get him to heavenbut only through grace .and the son that God sent inand that's when, he felt shivers set in palms sweating, off his feet it swept hima concept so deep he couldn't sleephe fell to his knees, as tears hit the concrete..and it wasn't concrete where mike was headed nextbut in faith he stepped as he developed this text..
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Verse 3Now this concept not complexbut in context a contest,a constant conflict with conscience to conquestthe accomplice promoting Mikes destructionpeddling greed, self righteousness and corruptionbut Mike couldn't win or even be that good kidhe needed help, to find out how he could livehe wrestled pride, until a few left hooks hitand accepted Christ, and everything he could givebut Michael didn't care as people smirked and staredsome gave him props but inside Michael always cheeredhe 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 headentitled, "this life aint mine" and it read
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