Michael Paul Taylor - Amen

The year that Donna Taylor gave birth to a baby son
She had no idea that I'd become the crazy one
But look at me now mamma
The things that I have become
I was raised in loving family
Lower middle class
I'm sure we had problems
But Didn't know & didn't ask
I was taught by a hustler
To get the doe, skip the class
To sip patron and tip the glass
To sip it slow so it will last
Hit the dro and zip the bags
A little blow to mix and match
And to keep a heater with me
But to hope it never blast
To cherish every moment
Never know if it's gone last
Here today, gone tomorrow
It'll be over in a flash
I tried the Christian path
But it was broken It was trashed
It was hopeless for the hopeless
Less your chosen in their draft
I hope that there's in fact
Someone who's holding it in tact
But I don't think this is that
Because this whole thing's gonna crack

So amen, I'm aiming
Amen, I'm aiming

All the things that I have seen and all the things that have been shown
Knocked me off my ass when I was on Damascus road
Every single aspect of my past is now exposed
From the days slanging sacks until the day my casket's closed
I'm known
My identity is safe
Hidden in a mystery Infinity awaits
No longer entering debates
About who's entering the gates
When the misery from day to day
living hasn't been changed
It's the same
So don't offer me heaven
And than scoff at me awfully all while calling me brethren
I'm not following dead end
Thoughts from some dead men
The more often I read them
Just made the thoughts in my head spin
I'm theologically sincere
No longer holding tight unto a policy of fear
And if there is a god then they are all you see and hear
So none have been forgotten
I'm just finally seeing clear

So amen, I'm aiming
Amen I'm aiming

Written by:
Ben Gunnery, Greg Knowles, Mike Taylor

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