This Life Ain't Mine Lyrics - Kero One

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 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