B.E.R.I.D.O.X. and J. Johnson - History Lessons

I was born Nineteen Seventy-Three
The birth of this emcee
Who would eventually
Grip the mic so easily
Couldn't tell back then
I would be an emcee
I didn't meet hip-hop
Until the early Eighties
Hip-Hop baby
Driving parents crazy
Living life in the Eighties
Drinking soda, eating candy
Fifth grade young rapper
Freestyling with the gift
Recording on the boombox
While Tone's making hits
On the dining room table
In my crib where I lived
I was practicing, yeah
For a time such as this
Couldn't see it
The future and what it beheld
But I was destined to rap
And my skills would prevail
In High School
Is when I took rapping more serious
Got vicious with the battle lyrics
But that wasn't the right spirit
I couldn't hear it
God's voice in the moment
I was trying to get signed
While destroying all opponents
Until life came and hit me
With a punch to my chest, Boom
Spiraling yes
Avoiding an arrest
That was the time I confessed
I was a Christian yes
But it was under duress
After that I took the right steps
To get closer to Christ
Thank Him for saving my life
And for paying the price
I didn't understand the sacrifice
That was made
And the price God paid
So I could accelerate
And proceed to the next grade

History Lessons
Yes I confess them
Now I fear no weapons
I keep on stepping
Dare I, turn my back
On Him who's protecting
When I, learned my lesson
History Lessons
History Lessons
Yes I confess them
Now I fear no weapons
I keep on stepping
Dare I, turn my back
On Him who's protecting
When I, learned my lesson
History Lessons

In Ninety-Nine, I started to rhyme
Started to climb
It says your gift will make room
I guess I started to mime
Wasn't blind or mute
Christians lie in the booth
I'd be lying to you
To say this game is all cool
Hurt you wouldn't believe
Kurt you wanted me
J. Silas from those row homes
Burnt to Third degree
My blood family
I'm saved, can it be
That humans are humans
With motives and schemes
Trust God is the lesson learned
Praise God is the message permed
Lord I'm straight no chase
The brew mixed with whiskey all straight to the face
I'm glad that my pain
Brought advancement of faith
That AC don't blow no more
Fan me with grace, please
I mean I wanna finish strong
Lord bless me like Jabez
No Biggie if I'm dead wrong
I was stubborn
I was head strong
I seen my sin more Lord
You've couldn't of bled more, Nah
I understand why I bleed
His strength is made perfect
Your strong when I'm weak, yeah
That means Your strong when I speak
Strong when I take defeat
Strong when I bleed, Amen
So I'll be strong on my knees
Strong with my pleas
Joy for my grief

History Lessons
Yes I confess them
Now I fear no weapons
I keep on stepping
Dare I, turn my back
On Him who's protecting
When I, learned my lesson
History Lessons
History Lessons
Yes I confess them
Now I fear no weapons
I keep on stepping
Dare I, turn my back
On Him who's protecting
When I, learned my lesson
History Lessons

Written by:
Bryant Tabb, Jaron Johnson

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