| Look I was born like the rest, from Adam’s curse ruined
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| Straight born into death, with my back turned to Him
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| The facts are confusing, I’m a wretched man
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| But He took me, held my hand, and my death was banned
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| He could have let my sins stay and my transgressions stand
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| But I’ve been selected, elected, predestined man
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| The question stands, look what I do to deserve
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| To be blessed with His plan, made new, and reserved
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| Nothing. |
| I was like the rest, born attracted to death
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| Nah we ain’t said it, but it’s just what all our actions expressed
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| 'Cause although I ain’t wanna bother with the Lord He spared me
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| When I needed a Father, like orphan Annie
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| He took me in, clothed me in His righteousness
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| Fed me the fruit of the Spirit, now my life is His
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| It’s all grace, I don’t deserve this relationship
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| 'Cause I ain’t got nothing to give even my faith was a gift
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| I don’t deserve it, I’m worthless, but treated as perfect
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| Why me? |
| Why me? |
| Why me? |
| Why me?
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| I sin more than I wanna, but my sins are a goner
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| Why me? |
| Why me? |
| Why me? |
| Why me?
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| I was lost, but redeemed, then adopted and cleaned
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| Why me? |
| Why me? |
| Why me? |
| Why me?
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| I was a scrub, but this God let me run with His squad
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| Why me? |
| Why me? |
| Why me? |
| Why me?
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| You can ask the question, why our God would let men
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| Take His Son, make Him a naked one just to crush Him
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| We could all inquire, why a God this high up
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| Would stoop so low to scoop a whole crew from holding fire
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| We can pontificate, sipping on lemonade
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| Chilling 'cause our bill of sin was long, but dawg it was payed
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| Or we can shrug it off, not even bug at all
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| Off the fact we should have been attached to that rugged cross
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| That’s just what it cost, I’m moved by what it cost
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| Refuse to be like dudes unmoved with thuggish walks
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| They like to disregard this, they like to diss the God that’s
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| Coming back never to fade to black like Mr. Carter
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| And it’s a shame 'cause the scripture is plain
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| With you and me Yahweh got beef like 50 and Game
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| We’re shifty as Cane, only Jesus emptied His veins
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| So now you only got one choice out of a list full of names
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| It’s truly His grace that did it all, His righteous mercy
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| Prepared beforehand for glory? |
| Nah I ain’t worthy
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| He treated Christ like me and He gave Him death
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| He’s treating me like Christ man, He gave me breath
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| I could have easily been one that feening for sin
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| That’s leading me in to death and catch heat in the end
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| But He chose me, He showed me, He ordered my steps
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| Man what a privilege to be one of the Lord’s elect
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| If it wasn’t for you Trip, I wouldn’t be tripping on this
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| 'Cause we’ll get about as far as a car sitting on bricks
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| 'Cause why He did it was… Ah forget it
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| I don’t know why, I ain’t shy I’ll admit it
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| So Trip, I don’t even question it
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| So I’ll go on and rest in this for sin I was in union
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| But now I’m free like a Russian is
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| Now I trust in this, now the lesson is
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| Run hard for God to a beat like a percussion is |