Chosen In The Cab

My bars are outside

Inside my mind

Trying to escape

To lay on this page as a rhyme

My kind is rare

Like your somebody say steak

That ain't no lie

I ain't got time to play

If so, you'd be crying

No, I'm not crazy

Just drivin'

And I still have the patience

To keep up with this life

I been holding that line

Hands on the wheel

Eyes on the sign

I took the hard road

With dust on my name

But I kept my word

And I came anyway

I'm fuckin chosen

I'm fuckin chosen

For the Lord, yeah, I know it

For the Lord, I was chosen

It's a blessing

It's a blessing

So please quit hating on mine

Quit hating on mine

I got callused hands

And a tender heart

A little bit of fire

And a whole lot of scars

They want me boxed in

Want me small and tame

But I'm still that voice

With the rough-hewn frame

I write what I lived

I live what I say

When the night gets heavy

I still find my way

To keep up with this life

I been holding that line

Hands on the wheel

Eyes on the sign

I took the hard road

With dust on my name

But I kept my word

And I came anyway

I'm fuckin chosen

I'm fuckin chosen

For the Lord, yeah, I know it

For the Lord, I was chosen

It's a blessing

It's a blessing

So please quit hating on mine

Quit hating on mine

If I bend, I don't break

If I fall, I rise

I been forged in the heat

With the truth in my eyes

So keep your shade

I don't need that weight

I'm still walking out

What grace made

I'm fuckin chosen

I'm fuckin chosen

For the Lord, yeah, I know it

For the Lord, I was chosen

It's a blessing

It's a blessing

So please quit hating on mine

Quit hating on mine