Luyện nghe bài hát This Life Ain't Mine

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Once upon a there was a kid named Michael
he'd write about his life, but with so many
when he wrote live, it should have said love
and when he wrote hit, he meant hug
but he dig a hole that's already been dug
like you smoke a bowl, and not call it a drug
his story so imperfect but that's made it beautiful
at times like a circus but that's what it suitable
at a school,.where kids words like "dudacle"
awesome, and radical with care-free
but as life went on, he put in songs
like when he BAD, he put gloves on his palms
when Biv Poison, he new jack swung
and when he heard BDP, yo his went num
when he got struck by that hiphop bug
and those that had it, the only ones that new what's up
the beginning of a story he'd in bed
which developed tears and an ending that read..

Check the
and check the one time
now the rhythm
its the of mine
the rhyme..
and check the one time..
I delivered..
when life aint mine

2
As the story unfolded, the did thicken
when michael with dirt that soap couldn't rid him
hanging with a crowd, clouded his decisions..
they doubted he was Christian by the way that he was
but not a misfit, to your average Joe blow
minus a bit of or a run in with Po-Po (police).
and time to time put his in slow-mo
puffin till motivation was no-show
then took his mental and wrote em in a notepad.
metaphors and rhyming his vocab.
unsigned, broke, and still at his folks pad
he crawled back to church home turf since gonads
Mike knew life meant more getting by
living for fame, money, girls or high
he heard good deeds could never get him to
but only through grace .and the son that God in
and that's when, he shivers set in
palms sweating, off his feet it him
a concept so deep he couldn't
he fell to his knees, as hit the concrete..
and it concrete where mike was headed next
but in faith he stepped as he developed text..

3
Now this not complex
but in a contest,
a constant with conscience to conquest
the promoting Mikes destruction
greed, self righteousness and corruption
but couldn't win or even be that good kid
he needed help, to out how he could live
he pride, until a few left hooks hit
and accepted Christ, and everything he could
but Michael didn't care as smirked and stared
some gave him props but Michael always cheered
he knew his was right,
and at times twice,
but he believed the word the word it brought light,
and he got it, he'd be a man of sin,
but as long as Christ atoned, was free within,
so he grabbed a pen, hesitation,
and called his friends bout plans, that be breaking,
and wrote this story, he in his head
entitled, "this life mine" and it read