[Intro]
Ka-lam-uh-own
Kc James, muhfukin crook
Yeah
(uh)
[Verse 1]
Tats on my hands from a short fuse
Court dates circled in my old shoes
Mama said “pray, boy, please choose”
But the block took me in like I owe dues
Black hoodie, back road, one headlight
Brown bottle in the ditch, that’s my night
Learned codes from the old heads, half-right
Learned fear from the flash of the blue lights
[Chorus]
I’m a crook in the choir, singin’ off key
Raised by the smoke and the pinewood trees
Simple man dreams in a hard life scene
Got mud on my boots and blood on my jeans
Crook in the choir, they don’t want me redeemed
Halo in the ashtray, cracked and unclean
If I don’t get saved, I’ma die in these streets
But I still talk to God with this grit in my teeth (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Kc James in the cut, that’s a problem
Ka-lam-uh-own with the code, yeah we got ‘em
Judge throw years like change at the bottom
I throw prayers at the sky, hope I spot ‘em
Old guitar in the room, neck bowed
Same way my back bent, weighed down
Turn shame into flame when the beat loud
Turn pain into pay, that’s the way out
[Chorus]
I’m a crook in the choir, singin’ off key
Raised by the smoke and the pinewood trees
Simple man dreams in a hard life scene
Got mud on my boots and blood on my jeans
Crook in the choir, they don’t want me redeemed
Halo in the ashtray, cracked and unclean
If I don’t get saved, I’ma die in these streets
But I still talk to God with this grit in my teeth (yeah)