Timothy’s Story ft. Wrath and Grace Lyrics

1980 - Pittsburgh Pennsylvania yep that's where I was born

Mom raised her 4 boys herself after the divorce

Without Dad's discipleship we lacked passion for the Lord

My soul was actually nasty and ghastly to the core

Bro spiritually speaking I was actually a corpse

Like dead bodies that have been wrapped up in the morgue

Desires for Messiah? No I didn't have diddly!

A slave to the pride and the violence that's within me

In the early Nineties moved to the east side of the city

I began to prize it - it was vibrant and gritty

The black kids at school - quickly had me fascinated

But my lack of brown skin had me mad and aggravated

We all assumed black and white based on the construct

Based on our optic - never thought we should stop it

Acceptance was what I was obsessed with at my school

I impressed them that I'm cool I'm an exception to the rule

But some bullies unruly - would shame and pick on me

For my Race ethnicity - but I would take it instantly

Because I thought I deserved it - from our nation's history

Of enslavement & the ways of discriminating wickedly

I lied to get known I despised my skin tone

Under Karl Kani jeans I would hide my thin bones

Disguised with baggy pants Mom bought fellows loads

The only cross that I loved was cross color clothes

16 years old I began to drop stellar flows

I longed for the props and to rock hella shows

Into Rockefella? No I was a WuTang fan

Dreamed I'd be the lightest member of the Wu Tang Clan

I wasn't loving God I was such a fraud

And I used my skin color just to be an underdog

To sneak attack cats in rap battles

With my backpack I back-slapped wack rappers out their saddles

This is my story when I was lost and heartless

This is my story when I walked in constant darkness

I longed for the praise of man and not the Great I AM

I used race for my praise - it was a blatant scam

This is my story when I was lost and heartless

This is my story when I walked in constant darkness

I longed for the praise of man and not the Great I AM

I used race for my praise - it was a blatant scam

Bro I spit rugged lyrics but son I wasn't fearless

Because I feared man - I was judging by appearance

See I used the idea of race - for my convenience and praise

I was a slave to man-pleasing for days

I used those who are called Black or minority

For their approval and for their dap that's adoring me

Plus I used those the world calls White people

To exalt myself over them to show they're quite evil

But My Partiality - was wicked and graceless

In Hebrew partiality means lifter of faces

Thus I lived for others just to give me their praises

Deceived myself that only Whites are bigots and racists

Boasted a ton of abundant rugged flavor

But in my partiality I didn't love my neighbor

These were my attempts on my own to be righteous

Welcomed being shamed to atone for my whiteness

Hip hop was my identity

My tendency was especially

to use it just to get more friends for me

Pretending I was some underground celebrity

Yet dead in my sins - the Blessed King was my enemy

In spite of my dope clothes my robes were too dirty

I cried out to You Lord for Your huge mercy You heard me

by Your precious blood - You purged me

In Philly right across the bridge from New Jersey

Now Clothed in your righteousness - my new jersey

Was on a highway to hell but Your truth turned me

Saved me a week prior to 911

To disciple me with the Bible You provided brethren

Now ideologies of race I despise their leaven

Instead of White guy - from multiples tribes I've descended

So now I will rhyme for Messiah who died to rise and ascended

Just to provide every blessing

This is my story of how I used RACE - Race!

Then for His glory Yo - He showed my true GRACE - Grace!

The Spirit gave me ears to hear what is written

Now who I am in Christ is clearly sufficient

This is my story of how I used RACE - Race!

Then for His glory Yo - He showed my true GRACE - Grace!

The Spirit gave me ears to hear what is written

Now who I am in Christ is clearly sufficient

God the Father chose me through His sovereign election

The Son accomplished redemption brought resurrection

Sent me Floriana - she embodies His blessing

And best believe that I love her chocolate complexion

And she loves my sweet vanilla skin

Plus she keeps me diligent for the Lord Jesus we be killing sin

Now we got silly kids but they love Christ Jesus

And they love their complexions for all the right reasons

Because we're each fearfully and wonderfully made

Dark hearts made clean - so we've begun to behave

All 8 of our kids got different flavors of skin

From the Creator who lives who has paid for their sins

Now I can live with or without hip hop

Now I live to give Him props

Because He's God & Tim's not

No longer seated in my cell Jesus is my wealth

We're His Chosen Race so I'm free to be myself

So I can dress like I'm urban rural or suburban

Because in Christ I wear His pure garments and His turban

No longer do I use race or employ it

Instead all man-made theories of race I destroy it

Christ saved me from my identity crisis

In Christ is my identity and my identity is priceless

We're both people of color - me and my wifey Flo

And according to the Lord - yo! we're both White as Snow