This Life Ain't Mine Lyrics

Song	This Life Ain't Mine
Artist	Kero One
Album	Early Believers
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	Verse 1
	Once upon a time there was a kid named Michael
	he'd write about his life, but with so many typos
	like when he wrote live, it should have said love
	and when he wrote hit, he really meant hug
	but he couldn't dig a hole that's already been dug
	like you couldn't smoke a bowl, and not call it a drug
	his story so imperfect but that's what made it beautiful
	at times like a circus but that's what made it suitable
	at a school,.where kids used words like 'dudacleâ?
	awesome, and radical with care-free attitudes
	but as life went on, he put trust in songs
	like when he heard BAD, he put gloves on his palms
	when Biv sang Poison, he new jack swung
	and when he heard BDP, yo his brain went num
	that's when he got struck by that hiphop bug
	and those that had it, were the only ones that new what's up
	the beginning of a story he'd write in bed
	which developed into tears and an ending that read..
	Chorus
	Check the rhyme
	and check the rhyme one time
	now check the rhythm
	its the life of mine
	Check the rhyme..
	and check the rhyme one time..
	I feel delivered..
	when this life aint mine
	Verse 2
	As the story unfolded, the plot did thicken
	when michael played with dirt that soap couldn't rid him
	hanging with a crowd, that clouded his decisions..
	they doubted he was Christian by the way that he was living
	but not a misfit, to most your average Joe blow
	minus a bit of lying or a run in with Po-Po (police).
	and time to time put his mind in slow-mo
	puffin marijuana till motivation was no-show
	then took his mental photos and wrote em in a notepad.
	utilizing metaphors and rhyming his vocab.
	unsigned, hella broke, and still at his folks pad
	he crawled back to church home turf since dads gonads
	Mike knew life meant more than getting by
	living for fame, money, girls or getting high
	he heard good deeds could never get him to heaven
	but only through grace .and the son that God sent in
	and that's when, he felt shivers set in
	palms sweating, off his feet it swept him
	a concept so deep he couldn't sleep
	he fell to his knees, as tears hit the concrete..
	and it wasn't concrete where mike was headed next
	but in faith he stepped as he developed this text..
	Chorus
	Verse 3
	Now this concept not complex
	but in context a contest,
	a constant conflict with conscience to conquest
	the accomplice promoting Mikes destruction
	peddling greed, self righteousness and corruption
	but Mike couldn't win or even be that good kid
	he needed help, to find out how he could live
	he wrestled pride, until a few left hooks hit
	and accepted Christ, and everything he could give
	but Michael didn't care as people smirked and stared
	some gave him props but inside Michael always cheered
	he knew his choice was right,
	and at times thought twice,
	but he believed the word cause the word it brought light,
	and he got it, he'd always be a man of sin,
	but as long as Christ atoned, Mike was free within,
	so he grabbed a pen, without hesitation,
	and called his friends bout plans, that he'd be breaking,
	and wrote this story, he kept in his head
	entitled, "this life aint mine" and it read

	Verse 1
	Once upon a time there was a kid named Michael
	he' d write about his life, but with so many typos
	like when he wrote live, it should have said love
	and when he wrote hit, he really meant hug
	but he couldn' t dig a hole that' s already been dug
	like you couldn' t smoke a bowl, and not call it a drug
	his story so imperfect but that' s what made it beautiful
	at times like a circus but that' s what made it suitable
	at a school,. where kids used words like ' dudacle?
	awesome, and radical with carefree attitudes
	but as life went on, he put trust in songs
	like when he heard BAD, he put gloves on his palms
	when Biv sang Poison, he new jack swung
	and when he heard BDP, yo his brain went num
	that' s when he got struck by that hiphop bug
	and those that had it, were the only ones that new what' s up
	the beginning of a story he' d write in bed
	which developed into tears and an ending that read..
	Chorus
	Check the rhyme
	and check the rhyme one time
	now check the rhythm
	its the life of mine
	Check the rhyme..
	and check the rhyme one time..
	I feel delivered..
	when this life aint mine
	Verse 2
	As the story unfolded, the plot did thicken
	when michael played with dirt that soap couldn' t rid him
	hanging with a crowd, that clouded his decisions..
	they doubted he was Christian by the way that he was living
	but not a misfit, to most your average Joe blow
	minus a bit of lying or a run in with PoPo police.
	and time to time put his mind in slowmo
	puffin marijuana till motivation was noshow
	then took his mental photos and wrote em in a notepad.
	utilizing metaphors and rhyming his vocab.
	unsigned, hella broke, and still at his folks pad
	he crawled back to church home turf since dads gonads
	Mike knew life meant more than getting by
	living for fame, money, girls or getting high
	he heard good deeds could never get him to heaven
	but only through grace . and the son that God sent in
	and that' s when, he felt shivers set in
	palms sweating, off his feet it swept him
	a concept so deep he couldn' t sleep
	he fell to his knees, as tears hit the concrete..
	and it wasn' t concrete where mike was headed next
	but in faith he stepped as he developed this text..
	Chorus
	Verse 3
	Now this concept not complex
	but in context a contest,
	a constant conflict with conscience to conquest
	the accomplice promoting Mikes destruction
	peddling greed, self righteousness and corruption
	but Mike couldn' t win or even be that good kid
	he needed help, to find out how he could live
	he wrestled pride, until a few left hooks hit
	and accepted Christ, and everything he could give
	but Michael didn' t care as people smirked and stared
	some gave him props but inside Michael always cheered
	he knew his choice was right,
	and at times thought twice,
	but he believed the word cause the word it brought light,
	and he got it, he' d always be a man of sin,
	but as long as Christ atoned, Mike was free within,
	so he grabbed a pen, without hesitation,
	and called his friends bout plans, that he' d be breaking,
	and wrote this story, he kept in his head
	entitled, " this life aint mine" and it read

	Verse 1
	Once upon a time there was a kid named Michael
	he' d write about his life, but with so many typos
	like when he wrote live, it should have said love
	and when he wrote hit, he really meant hug
	but he couldn' t dig a hole that' s already been dug
	like you couldn' t smoke a bowl, and not call it a drug
	his story so imperfect but that' s what made it beautiful
	at times like a circus but that' s what made it suitable
	at a school,. where kids used words like ' dudacle?
	awesome, and radical with carefree attitudes
	but as life went on, he put trust in songs
	like when he heard BAD, he put gloves on his palms
	when Biv sang Poison, he new jack swung
	and when he heard BDP, yo his brain went num
	that' s when he got struck by that hiphop bug
	and those that had it, were the only ones that new what' s up
	the beginning of a story he' d write in bed
	which developed into tears and an ending that read..
	Chorus
	Check the rhyme
	and check the rhyme one time
	now check the rhythm
	its the life of mine
	Check the rhyme..
	and check the rhyme one time..
	I feel delivered..
	when this life aint mine
	Verse 2
	As the story unfolded, the plot did thicken
	when michael played with dirt that soap couldn' t rid him
	hanging with a crowd, that clouded his decisions..
	they doubted he was Christian by the way that he was living
	but not a misfit, to most your average Joe blow
	minus a bit of lying or a run in with PoPo police.
	and time to time put his mind in slowmo
	puffin marijuana till motivation was noshow
	then took his mental photos and wrote em in a notepad.
	utilizing metaphors and rhyming his vocab.
	unsigned, hella broke, and still at his folks pad
	he crawled back to church home turf since dads gonads
	Mike knew life meant more than getting by
	living for fame, money, girls or getting high
	he heard good deeds could never get him to heaven
	but only through grace . and the son that God sent in
	and that' s when, he felt shivers set in
	palms sweating, off his feet it swept him
	a concept so deep he couldn' t sleep
	he fell to his knees, as tears hit the concrete..
	and it wasn' t concrete where mike was headed next
	but in faith he stepped as he developed this text..
	Chorus
	Verse 3
	Now this concept not complex
	but in context a contest,
	a constant conflict with conscience to conquest
	the accomplice promoting Mikes destruction
	peddling greed, self righteousness and corruption
	but Mike couldn' t win or even be that good kid
	he needed help, to find out how he could live
	he wrestled pride, until a few left hooks hit
	and accepted Christ, and everything he could give
	but Michael didn' t care as people smirked and stared
	some gave him props but inside Michael always cheered
	he knew his choice was right,
	and at times thought twice,
	but he believed the word cause the word it brought light,
	and he got it, he' d always be a man of sin,
	but as long as Christ atoned, Mike was free within,
	so he grabbed a pen, without hesitation,
	and called his friends bout plans, that he' d be breaking,
	and wrote this story, he kept in his head
	entitled, " this life aint mine" and it read

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