A young buck stepped to me the other day Said, "Excuse me, sir, have you ever seen a miracle?" Just another kid that made a living getting trippy With authority, apologies to some of 'em, not all, not all To list 'em all would probably be improbable If it's not impossible without getting into specifics I've done did a lot of dirt on my own, the calendar's past You can see that through the windshield, it's all on the dash Used to be hundreds of stories under the mats In the floorboard but that's no more, facts, for sure Perhaps, but then the sin in every sinner Been all over the map and there is nothing new under the sun A thunder clap, never having money to burn Taught me there's plenty to learn, I'm funny with words Somewhat mature, young, and sure, listen to mine Promise I won't come for yours I run through a bunch of doors but y'all can keep the mumble bars Get your paper, player, make a billie or more Opie used to be Ron Howard, a Benzo was a car How in the blue blazers we get where we are? I know a criminal that became a pastor I know a drug addict that kicked the dirty habit I got a homeboy walking around town right now With a .22 round still up in his cabbage I know a criminal that became a pastor I know a drug addict that kicked the dirty habit I got a homeboy walking around town right now With a .22 round still up in his cabbage I'm still feeling froggy like I'm looking for terries You think I was geeked up on a week of cocaïna and my demeanor eager To regurgitate the words I make up in a book My thoughts vary, very rapidly listen and look I took the pen to tell a story how I grab the key and peeled Artistic freedom, don't need me to keep it real Not the one to preach, just scribbling My observations, consternation on my face We all need some conformation That our current position in life is the proper situation Hold time hate for competition, waiting like cheddar in a rat trap Tense, ready to snap, although I'm the cat Really into bridging the gaps, whatever clever, I'm quick To kill a track with filler, no to step On any Filas, don't feel a way, fella, okay? I know a criminal that became a pastor I know a drug addict that kicked the dirty habit I got a homeboy walking around town right now With a .22 round still up in his cabbage I know a criminal that became a pastor I know a drug addict that kicked the dirty habit I got a homeboy walking around town right now With a .22 round still up in his cabbage I know a savage that walked down the aisle of a church And dropped off all of his heavy baggage The stone heart soften till the point of tears A smile on the face that couldn't look in the mirror That mess became a message, yes sir Test became a testimony, yes sir Liar and a thief with the world had beef Now when he speaks, nothing phony Clean up his speech, quit talking BS And now he telling young homies, the streets are bologna I know a criminal that became a pastor And that's when I told him, "Long story short, yeah"