Grace Lyrics

Everyday Process Grace

IZ-REAL VERSE:

If it wasn’t for ya grace no doubt I’d be hopeless

a schizophrenic living life homeless

paranoid thoughts every moment

in the trash with a can of OE hungry looking for doughnuts

I’d probably be depressed tryin’ to mask it

on average drinking away my problems ‘til the liver can’t manage

news reports states and it’s tragic

at twenty-six commits suicide by suffocating in plastic

man I’m quite sure I’d be locked up

a victim of the game mom ashamed to explain my illegal conduct

or matched up in the D.A.’s after line ups

on my death bed doctors report time’s up

I could be hustlin’ crack

known in the trap as the dope boy twisting ya cap

or I might across the map promoting sin as I act

ya kid’s idol preaching death through my raps

MAC THE DOULOS VERSE:

I could have been a slave to my own lust

Hooked on drugs, sweeping it under the rug…unwilling to own up

Or maybe a pedophile.

A sadistic misfit who gets kicks out of tryin’ to sex a child

I’d be who the devil’s usin’. Believin’ evolution

Screamin’ revolution for no apparent reason

Maybe an irresponsible parent even

Or a fool grippin’ a tool instead of finishin’ school

My story could have come

To me livin’ a criminal lifestyle slapped with a mandatory minimum

My friends would have come

To my funeral cuz I tried to be tough in a gun fight and didn’t run

Instead of doin’ these gigs, I might be doin’ a bid

From corner biz thinking I was doin’ it big

I’m thankful he hunted me down

A lost dude who ain’t wanna be down is now a son who is found

HOOK:

I should have woke up in my grave

With no escape from God’s wrath gotta deal with His rage

A sin slave hell’s fate for the human race

But Christ saves through faith. What amazing grace!

(repeat)

IZ-REAL VERSE:

No grace scratch love and compassion

I’d no I be snapping heart cold like the winters in aspen

grudges in my heart from the past tense

living in unforgiveness tryin’ to deal with pain daily through Aspirin

I’d probably be struggling bad the next dead beat dad

with hidden bags of photographs from porno ads

never seekin’ help for the habit like I’m far from a addict

in denial lies killing my marriage

could be confused since the first step unstable like waves get

deceived blind chasing the same sex

never introduced to the faith yet but flying a main jet

with no clue of my after life and the plane wrecks

might steal from ya mother beef with ya brother

or pops I’d be the creep you hate too creep with ya daughter

I might be clowning Christians down with Islam

helpless like drowning victims

MAC THE DOULOS VERSE:

Minus God, I’d be somewhere on broad in a brawl over some broad

Following that road that’s broad

Instead of this road that’s narrow

In the path of god’s wrath pulled back like a bow and arrow

Could have been slipped a bad bag loosing my mind state

Or breakin’ into ya pad boostin’ the crime rate

Could have been showing up in court

For turnin’ someone you know into a corpse, still showing no remorse

Could have been binge drinking and vomiting

Over a toilet then drinking a Heineken again

Cuz of sin in my genes, I’d be chasing cinnamon queens

Tryin’ to get in they’re jeans if Jesus ain’t intervene

No beats on the MPC

or emceein’ with CM until the lungs is empty see

I’d be a heretic minus a savior

If not for God’s unmerited kindness and favor

HOOK:

I should have woke up in my grave

With no escape from God’s wrath gotta deal with His rage

A sin slave hell’s fate for the human race

But Christ saves through faith. What amazing grace!

(repeat)

CHANT:

He sought us. He bought us.

He raised us from the grave plus

He changed us…rearranged us

Amazing grace has saved us

He’s seeking you. He’s seeking to

Raise you from the grave too

He can change you…rearrange you

His amazing grace can save you