[Intro]
Yeah…
This ain’t church as usual.
This that West Coast altar call.
Listen.
[Hook]
Straight out the darkness, God hit my block,
Turned my whole life from a gun to a rock.
Used to roll deep with a heart full of hate,
Now I roll saved and I still walk great.
If you see me slide through, know what it is—
Grace in my cup, Holy Ghost in my ribs.
West side, blood-bought, no more heartless,
This is what it look like straight out the darkness.
[Verse 1]
I was that kid with the Raiders cap low,
Backseat smoke, no place to go.
OGs talkin’ ’bout “stack that bread,”
Same OGs later found flatline dead.
Sirens singin’ like a Dre bassline,
Whole neighborhood on a flat decline.
Momma say “pray,” I said “I’m fine,”
Really I was one more step from the line.
Rollin’ down the ave with a chip on my neck,
Checkin’ fools fast just to earn respect.
Did dirt, then I’d scrub, but I stayed unclean,
Heart like a movie I’d never un-seen.
Then one night, middle of a panic attack,
Heard a voice cut through that black-on-black.
“No cap, I took worse than this,
Nails in My hands for a soul like this.”
[Hook]
Straight out the darkness, God hit my block,
Turned my whole life from a gun to a rock.
Used to roll deep with a heart full of hate,
Now I roll saved and I still walk great.
If you see me slide through, know what it is—
Grace in my cup, Holy Ghost in my ribs.
West side, blood-bought, no more heartless,
This is what it look like straight out the darkness.
[Verse 2]
Now the lowrider knock got a different tune,
Same street lights, brand-new moon.
Still see homies on the corner look stuck,
Still see deals go down in the truck.
But I ain’t here just to judge that scene,
I was right there, dirty, unclean.
If the cross can reach from the hill to the ave,
Then the worst of us still got a shot at a path.
So I pull up slow, windows down,
Beat still hits but it’s grace now.
Talk about a King with a scarred-up face,
How He took my Ls, gave me His place.
Some laugh, some shrug, some say “maybe,”
Some break down like, “Pray for me.”
I ain’t Dre, I ain’t Cube, I ain’t Snoop on the beat,
I’m a blood-washed man just bringing Him to the street.
[Hook x2]
Straight out the darkness, God hit my block,
Turned my whole life from a gun to a rock.
Used to roll deep with a heart full of hate,
Now I roll saved and I still walk great.
If you see me slide through, know what it is—
Grace in my cup, Holy Ghost in my ribs.
West side, blood-bought, no more heartless,
This is what it look like straight out the darkness.
[Outro]
No fake, no front, no harness,
Just a real good God in a world that’s godless.
Yeah…
Straight out the darkness.
