Timothy Brindle - Timothy’s Story Lyrics

1980 - Pittsburgh Pennsylvania yep that's where I was born
Mom raised her 4 boys herself after the divorce
Without Dad's discipleship we lacked passion for the Lord
My soul was actually nasty and ghastly to the core
Bro spiritually speaking I was actually a corpse
Like dead bodies that have been wrapped up in the morgue
Desires for Messiah? No I didn't have diddly!
A slave to the pride and the violence that's within me
In the early Nineties moved to the east side of the city
I began to prize it - it was vibrant and gritty
The black kids at school - quickly had me fascinated
But my lack of brown skin had me mad and aggravated
We all assumed black and white based on the construct
Based on our optic - never thought we should stop it
Acceptance was what I was obsessed with at my school
I impressed them that I'm cool I'm an exception to the rule
But some bullies unruly - would shame and pick on me
For my Race ethnicity - but I would take it instantly
Because I thought I deserved it - from our nation's history
Of enslavement & the ways of discriminating wickedly
I lied to get known I despised my skin tone
Under Karl Kani jeans I would hide my thin bones
Disguised with baggy pants Mom bought fellows loads
The only cross that I loved was cross color clothes
16 years old I began to drop stellar flows
I longed for the props and to rock hella shows
Into Rockefella? No I was a WuTang fan
Dreamed I'd be the lightest member of the Wu Tang Clan
I wasn't loving God I was such a fraud
And I used my skin color just to be an underdog
To sneak attack cats in rap battles
With my backpack I back-slapped wack rappers out their saddles

This is my story when I was lost and heartless
This is my story when I walked in constant darkness
I longed for the praise of man and not the Great I AM
I used race for my praise - it was a blatant scam
This is my story when I was lost and heartless
This is my story when I walked in constant darkness
I longed for the praise of man and not the Great I AM
I used race for my praise - it was a blatant scam

Bro I spit rugged lyrics but son I wasn't fearless
Because I feared man - I was judging by appearance
See I used the idea of race - for my convenience and praise
I was a slave to man-pleasing for days
I used those who are called Black or minority
For their approval and for their dap that's adoring me
Plus I used those the world calls White people
To exalt myself over them to show they're quite evil
But My Partiality - was wicked and graceless
In Hebrew partiality means lifter of faces
Thus I lived for others just to give me their praises
Deceived myself that only Whites are bigots and racists
Boasted a ton of abundant rugged flavor
But in my partiality I didn't love my neighbor
These were my attempts on my own to be righteous
Welcomed being shamed to atone for my whiteness
Hip hop was my identity
My tendency was especially
To use it just to get more friends for me
Pretending I was some underground celebrity
Yet dead in my sins - the Blessed King was my enemy
In spite of my dope clothes my robes were too dirty
I cried out to You Lord for Your huge mercy You heard me
By Your precious blood - You purged me
In Philly right across the bridge from New Jersey
Now Clothed in your righteousness - my new jersey
Was on a highway to hell but Your truth turned me
Saved me a week prior to 911
To disciple me with the Bible You provided brethren
Now ideologies of race I despise their leaven
Instead of White guy - from multiples tribes I've descended
So now I will rhyme for Messiah who died to rise and ascended
Just to provide every blessing

This is my story of how I used RACE - Race!
Then for His glory Yo - He showed my true GRACE - Grace!
The Spirit gave me ears to hear what is written
Now who I am in Christ is clearly sufficient
This is my story of how I used RACE - Race!
Then for His glory Yo - He showed my true GRACE - Grace!
The Spirit gave me ears to hear what is written
Now who I am in Christ is clearly sufficient

God the Father chose me through His sovereign election
The Son accomplished redemption brought resurrection
Sent me Floriana - she embodies His blessing
And best believe that I love her chocolate complexion
And she loves my sweet vanilla skin
Plus she keeps me diligent for the Lord Jesus we be killing sin
Now we got silly kids but they love Christ Jesus
And they love their complexions for all the right reasons
Because we're each fearfully and wonderfully made
Dark hearts made clean - so we've begun to behave
All 8 of our kids got different flavors of skin
From the Creator who lives who has paid for their sins
Now I can live with or without hip hop
Now I live to give Him props
Because He's God & Tim's not
No longer seated in my cell Jesus is my wealth
We're His Chosen Race so I'm free to be myself
So I can dress like I'm urban rural or suburban
Because in Christ I wear His pure garments and His turban
No longer do I use race or employ it
Instead all man-made theories of race I destroy it
Christ saved me from my identity crisis
In Christ is my identity and my identity is priceless
We're both people of color - me and my wifey Flo
And according to the Lord - yo! we're both White as Snow