The Ambassador
The Ambassador
The Ambassador
The Ambassador &
The Ambassador & Phanatik
The Ambassador
The Ambassador
The Ambassador
The Ambassador &
The Ambassador
The Ambassador & Phanatik & Enoch
The Ambassador &
The Ambassador
The Ambassador
The Ambassador
The Ambassador &
The Ambassador
The Ambassador & John Wells (The Tonic)
The Ambassador
The Ambassador & M.O.D [Ministri of Defence] & Cruz Cordero
[Intro]
Somebody's gotta help me
Something's wrong
I'm changing
This can't be
[Hook]
I used to be a thug
But now I'm a believer
I used to be a thug
I know God is real
I used to be a thug
But now I'm a believer
No more thug
And no more deals
[Verse 1]
OK doc
My occupation
Was thugging
The whole nine
I mean
The robbing
The dealing
The mugging
The clubing
The pre-marital loving
The type to put one in the oven
But I wasn't trying 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 wouldn't let me imitate the pastor
It only let me imitate my favorite rapper
So the deal was
I grew up
Doing 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
That a fight was a rare sport
Cause with ease
I held him up like
Flights in 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
[Verse 2]
Now last week
I was in my dad's
Black jeep
Rolling
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 a crash
By the trash heap
The accident was nasty
If you ask me
I would laugh
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 the weed 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 this internal reasoning
It was
God sees ya man
And you're not pleasing Him
This was hard to swallow like
Food without seasoning
Me believe in Him
I rather not breathe again
Before receiving Him
You would see a turtle
Beat a rabbit
And a cheetah
In the one-hundred meter sprint
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
[Verse 3]
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
Murderously
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 cause I heard this
Would be an outdoor service
I got there
And saw mad youth
Nodding to mad truth
Rocking mad hats and boots
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 of stone
Like a statue
Then the rap group
Got under my skin like a tattoo
They rapped about a Man dying
And I was crying
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 looking
Much bigger
Than drugs or liquor
Or thugs pulling a trigger
And it was a first that
I ever felt so cursed
Next to One so perfect
My soul thirsted to worship
Scuffling
Tustling
My feathers
He ruffled them
I tried to duck Him and
Tried to get back to my hustling
I must have been affected
More than I could have imagined
Cause that's been
All I could think about
Since it happened
Thug Joint was written by The Ambassador.
Thug Joint was produced by The Ambassador.