Written and Produced by William Branch aka The Ambassador
Recorded by Gordon (The Studio, Phila.)
Mixed by Storm (The Studio, Phila.)

Chorus: I used to be a thug but now I’m a believer · I used to be a thug I know how it feels · I used to be a thug but now a believer · No more thug and no more deals. · · Verse 1: Ok doc my occupation was thuggin’ · The whole nine, I mean the robbin’ the dealin’ the muggin’ · The Clubin’ the premarital lovin’ · The type to put one in the oven but I wasn’t tryin’ to be the husband · Sin was Lord and I always obeyed the Master · It told me "sell drugs" just to get the paper faster · Let me go to church but would let me imitate the pastor · It only let me imitate my favorite rapper · So the deal was I grew up doin’ the ill stuff · Would fight the cops 'til they threw on the steal cuffs · Go in do my bid like the mack · When it was done say, "cool out kids---I’ll be back." · · But lately there’s been some friction · I’ve been feeling sort of sick from this heart condition · It’s an unusual affliction, when I do wrong that’s when it kicks in · (From your description, you know it sounds like conviction) · I knew something was going wrong when I bumped in · To a kid so soft I thought his name should be Pumpkin · Recognizing he was a weaker type of creature · I decided to take his beeper and his sneakers · You could tell for this kid a fight was a rare sport · Cause with ease I held him up like flights at an airport · He pleaded, "Don’t take my beeper, I need it, · And, "…not my sneaks, let me keep my brand new Adidas · That’s when signs of the sickness manifested · My mind said, "Be nice and do what the man suggested." · I broke down like a fraction, · Gave him back what I took away like subtraction · I’m puzzled and I’m struggling through this distraction · The reciprocal of my typical reaction---dag blast him! · I made tracks and then a flash back happened · That’s when the rugged me kicked back in. . · · |Repeat Chorus · · Now last week I was in my dad’s black jeep · Rollin’ mad deep with mad peeps smashed in the back seat · We took a back street, a Pontiac tried to pass me · I sped up and made him crash by the trash heap · The accident was nasty if you ask me · I would have laughed but then it happened again---the sickness harassed me · Oh no, not again. I had hurt a lot of men · But never felt bad before even when I shot a friend · For ease I thought I should step to the weed spot · Cause I was loosing my cool like melted freeze pops · My knees knocked as my conscience eaves dropped, found a weak spot · And said, "You sin too much, please stop!" · Peep the situation as it gets deeper · I started getting second thoughts about getting’ the reefer · But what scared me was the internal reasoning · It was, God sees you man, and your not pleasing Him" · This was hard to swallow like food with out seasonin’ · Me believe in Him, I rather not breath again · Before receivin’ Him · You would see a turtle beat a rabbit and a cheetah in the 100m’s friend · That’s all that was the last straw I was ready to blast off · To a place I didn’t have enough cash for · But with the swiftness, the sickness turned up the pitch · And with the quickness I felt it clutch me like a stick shift. . · · |Repeat Chorus · · Yea you have no idea just how absurd it is · But check the word of this witness, now get this---I heard of this · Crew that could rip rhymes murderou8sly, but I heard it would be · Christian, I thought absurd as can be · And churches to me can make the hard rocks feel nervous · But I went because I heard this would be an outdoor service · I got there and saw mad youth noddin’ to mad truth · Rockin’ mad hats and suits and not plaid suits · As truth crashed through my heart ached like a bad tooth · This hard rock got softer than brown spots on bad fruit · I came with a heart stone like a statue then the rap group · Got under my skin like a tattoo · The rapped about a man diein’ and I was cryin’ · They said He died so I could be saved like Private Ryan · We all could see zoomorphically He’s a lion · Coming to rule from Zion with a scepter of iron · Trying to hold back tears that wanted to flow jack · Couldn’t control that, it felt like my soul cracked · In half and Jesus started lookin’ much bigger than drugs pullin’ a trigger · And it was a first that I ever felt so cursed next to One so perfect · My soul thirsted to worship · Scufflin’, tustlin’, my feathers, He ruffled them · I tried to duck Him and tried to get back to my hustlin’ · I must have been affected more than I could have imagined · Cause that’s been all I can think about since it happened · ·


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