here is story about i became a christian...
Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2015 11:04 pm
Now, this is a story all about how. My life got flipped-turned upside down. And I'd like to take a minute. Just sit right there. I'll tell you how I became a christian. In west Philadelphia born and raised. On the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys ,who were up to no good. Startin making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air' I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and send me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'. First class, yo this is bad. Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright. But wait I hear there're prissy, bourgeois and all that. Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat? I don't think so. I'll see when I get there. I hope they're prepared for the a new christian. Well, the plane landed and when I came out there was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested yet. I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near. The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can say that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Nah forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8. And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at the church. I was finally thereTo sit on my knees and pray.
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys ,who were up to no good. Startin making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air' I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and send me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'. First class, yo this is bad. Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright. But wait I hear there're prissy, bourgeois and all that. Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat? I don't think so. I'll see when I get there. I hope they're prepared for the a new christian. Well, the plane landed and when I came out there was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested yet. I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near. The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can say that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Nah forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8. And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at the church. I was finally thereTo sit on my knees and pray.