Raised Me ft. Bala, Bembo Lastik & Jon Moreno Lyrics

Bala, 203

Daddy raised me a gangsta I mean he wasn't a saint

As kid I seen him make them sales to make sure that I ate

Switching cars or leave me in the whip while he ran in the bar

Man he a lot of war stories for proof he had the scars

In and out of jail every other year he made the papers

Then he came back home with that strong appearance like it changed him

Man I swear that he was staying

'Til i seen him back in cages

This time it was different though in his face I seen the anguish

In his voice I heard the pain it was like a different language

Jesus touched his heart now his mission was to come and save me

I remember not receiving the Gospel he tried to give me

But he stayed consistent saying Jesus the reason he's living

Soon after he got sick paralyze they had to feed him

Through a tube man can I tell you how much I was confused?

It wasn't til i told him i was saved now he left for good

I understand not everything in life would be understood

I understand not everything in life would be understood

I understand not everything in life would be understood

Talitacumi (niña levántate)

Le dijo

A la hija de Jairo

Con un solo toque de su mano se levantó

La Niña resucitó

De la muerde regreso

Muchos de las multitudes quedaron asombrados

Similar así llego

Un día me visito

Y Con su Espíritu Santo tuve un encuentro

Ahora no soy el mismo,

Relación no es religión,

Me saque más que un millón

Fue La mejor decisión

Esa fue mi inquisición

Si para Zion

Y Que bendicion si

Quería ser ateo pero que equivocación

Mis pecados y deseos me tenían en prision como un reo,

Pero ahora creo

Trabajo para el Reino como un empleo,

No más malianteo

Al contrario,

reparto el mensaje con poesía y la rapeo,

inspirados por los evangelios de Juan, Lucas, Marcos y Mateo,

Oh Lord have mercy He is real ya no soy un necio impío derritiendo con este fuego a los corazones fríos

el enemigo está vencido,

tengo Dios

My mama raised me a Catholic

But never made me go practice

Praying to Saints it felt backwards

My faith was basically lackin'

A void I couldn't avoid

Overwhelmed with a sadness

As a boy, I'm destroyed

Wondering where my dad went

Don't get me wrong he was present

But only there for the highlights

Mom's the one who has there

But always stood outside of the limelight

Swallowed her pride for the kids

Not to ruin the image

Not to tarnish my memories

As a youth, the appearance

Of them civil, trust me it mattered

Despite pain and confusion

I try not to talk about it

But when I'm making this music

Unconsciously I go there,

To process the trauma

On a daily it doesn't

but I confess it bothers

They split up, mama took us

I was only a two year old

My grandpa passed

But was never took to his funeral

Wasn't til I was grown

When it all started to set in

Around 5, pop got married

But couldn't go to the wedding

I promise I'm not bitter

I forgave in my heart

But as a father now

My family won't be torn apart

Need to be the example

One day my kids will be grown

Must instill in them strength

Because you reap what is sewn

Jesus filled a void to complete me

In Him I am rooted

I promise to give you me

Mistakes included

Only God can restore

Lord I'm praying for wisdom

One day I hope

I truly let this out of my system