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Growing up on the south side of Chicago Michael Jordan a.k.a my only hope for tomorrow Playing ball and acting all hard Shooting free throws til' my mama said it was too dark I had a lot of energy when I was a kid Grew up not knowing much of the difference between a righteous man and sin My cousins and uncles always told me to be a man They were my father figures, I didn't have a dad Confused I was, something Yoda might say when it came to drugs, money, and girls my family didn't play I was brought up worshipping those things more than my God When I was about 18 I finally knew what being a man was I laid down the money, girls and I laid down the drugs Turned my life over to God so I could experience real love I had no more idols, no more pain Jesus Christ helped me throw it all away.. He gave me a new name
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