Letra de 'Grace' de Everyday Process

Iz-real verse:
If it wasn't for ya grace no doubt i'd be hopeless
A schizophrenic living life homeless
Paranoid thoughts every moment
In the trash with a can of oe hungry looking for doughnuts
I'd probably be depressed tryin' to mask it
On average drinking away my problems 'til the liver can't manage
News reports states and it's tragic
At twenty-six commits suicide by suffocating in plastic
Man i'm quite sure i'd be locked up
A victim of the game mom ashamed to explain my illegal conduct
Or matched up in the d.a.'s after line ups
On my death bed doctors report time's up
I could be hustlin' crack
Known in the trap as the dope boy twisting ya cap
Or i might across the map promoting sin as i act
Ya kid's idol preaching death through my raps

Mac the doulos verse:
I could have been a slave to my own lust
Hooked on drugs, sweeping it under the rug...unwilling to own up
Or maybe a pedophile.
A sadistic misfit who gets kicks out of tryin' to sex a child
I'd be who the devil's usin'. believin' evolution
Screamin' revolution for no apparent reason
Maybe an irresponsible parent even
Or a fool grippin' a tool instead of finishin' school
My story could have come
To me livin' a criminal lifestyle slapped with a mandatory minimum
My friends would have come
To my funeral cuz i tried to be tough in a gun fight and didn't run
Instead of doin' these gigs, i might be doin' a bid
From corner biz thinking i was doin' it big
I'm thankful he hunted me down
A lost dude who ain't wanna be down is now a son who is found

Hook:
I should have woke up in my grave
With no escape from god's wrath gotta deal with his rage
A sin slave hell's fate for the human race
But christ saves through faith. what amazing grace!
(repeat)

Iz-real verse:
No grace scratch love and compassion
I'd no i be snapping heart cold like the winters in aspen
Grudges in my heart from the past tense
Living in unforgiveness tryin' to deal with pain daily through aspirin
I'd probably be struggling bad the next dead beat dad
With hidden bags of photographs from porno ads
Never seekin' help for the habit like i'm far from a addict
In denial lies killing my marriage
Could be confused since the first step unstable like waves get
Deceived blind chasing the same sex
Never introduced to the faith yet but flying a main jet
With no clue of my after life and the plane wrecks
Might steal from ya mother beef with ya brother
Or pops i'd be the creep you hate too creep with ya daughter
I might be clowning christians down with islam
Helpless like drowning victims

Mac the doulos verse:
Minus god, i'd be somewhere on broad in a brawl over some broad
Following that road that's broad
Instead of this road that's narrow
In the path of god's wrath pulled back like a bow and arrow
Could have been slipped a bad bag loosing my mind state
Or breakin' into ya pad boostin' the crime rate
Could have been showing up in court
For turnin' someone you know into a corpse, still showing no remorse
Could have been binge drinking and vomiting
Over a toilet then drinking a heineken again
Cuz of sin in my genes, i'd be chasing cinnamon queens
Tryin' to get in they're jeans if jesus ain't intervene
No beats on the mpc
Or emceein' with cm until the lungs is empty see
I'd be a heretic minus a savior
If not for god's unmerited kindness and favor

Hook:
I should have woke up in my grave
With no escape from god's wrath gotta deal with his rage
A sin slave hell's fate for the human race
But christ saves through faith. what amazing grace!
(repeat)

Chant:
He sought us. he bought us.
He raised us from the grave plus
He changed us...rearranged us
Amazing grace has saved us
He's seeking you. he's seeking to
Raise you from the grave too
He can change you...rearrange you
His amazing grace can save you