Verse 1:
I’m a living witness, matter fact I am the living proof/
I'm stating facts I know for certain so you know its truth/
Being born in sin's a sure lock, but most don't have a clue/
Like Alex Haley I'm writing just to show u my roots/
A Slave to sin's what I was, wasn't a misfit/
Cause I was enslaved to him/
And clutched to him like a stick shift/
My life back then, it was a total disaster/
But I loved it, simply because I loved pleasing my Master/
Sinfulness chased me telling me it was all good/
Impurity raped me and then ruined my manhood/
Pride kicked my behind like a frat boy that can't stand wood
I loved it the whole time, I thought they treated ya man good/
Passionately pursued all my passions/
Took all my thoughts and words, made em verbs, gave em action/
It's the surface I'm scratching/
Slavery to Sin used to look so attractive/
Used to love the life I lived, thought it would be everlasting/
Hook:
Those old days, I'm not going back to my old ways/
There was a slave trade, this is the slave trade/
I'm brand new! My whole life's been renewed/
Cause I was a part of the slave trade, this is the slave trade/
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Verse 2:
Sin had me trapped, I didn't know he was burdensome/
But then everything changed when somebody said , I'm gon’ purchase him/
And he was talking bout’ me, I'd never heard of him/
Said he was the creator who had some redemptive purposes/
I started bugging! My master sin started murking him/
Then called me in like backup I beat him and started cursing him/
My sin's a beast, look at Him, my dude just murdered him/
But then he rose up, brushed himself off, and said, now start worshiping!”/
Externally, your boy was light skinned, I liked sin/
Ain't know my heart was dark, until Christ brought the light in/
Came in conquering like a Viking/
Finally saw the yoke around my neck was heavy, It wasn't no lite sin/
Now peep the details, Sin has been derailed/
Christ paid for me with his blood, we see it wasn't a cheap sale/
He took my place when I sinful and ungodly/
And He did it with one body, two pieces of wood, and three nails/
Hook
Verse 3:
The slave trade was my Emancipation proclamation/
His mere proclamation, it led to my emancipation/
Now the contemplation of the consummation/
Awaits the celebration of His congregations conjugation/
I was curious, “Who is this Kurios?”/
He said his name was King Jesus, and he made me his dulos (his slave)/
The fact that he was a king immediately got me thinking/
For him to stoop low and die for me mean he's a Suffering Servant/
Like Lebron James the King abandoned his home/
To come down south and wade in another zone/
He came and got me, that's what we call adopting/
Died for me, His enemy, that’s how he shows his agape/
Surrendered all my rights, you could say that he copped me/
Because he’s metamorphic, that's probably why he rocks me/
He's my one desire, it's only him that I'm needing/
Freed from sin to be his slave, but his slavery's feeling like freedom/
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