The Ambassador - Feels Good lyrics

(feat. Da T.R.U.T.H & S.O.U.L)

[Hook]

It feels good—'cause I know that I'm gonna cry

But I know where I go when I die

It feels good—I don't have to know how to fly

Just walk on the road with my God

It feels good—when you don't have to run from the cops

And duck when they come to the block

It feels good—not to be duped by a lie

But know how to use the truth to survive

[Verse 1]

Used to be a time when I was bound in chains

Flesh rumblin'—kind of like the sound of trains

Faith dead—kind of like what's found in James

Heaven's hound turned me around and now I'm changed

And it sounds strange until you see the way they start to

Live clean and free—they're like AJ's partner

Even in regular stuff whether it's cheddar or not

He gets glory from the sacred and secular—yep!

The lesson is what

This—there's a life to get

More than clubs, more than ice and Cris

That life's a trick

Treated with a hyped to get

You to forget without Christ true life was missed

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

It feels good to be saved from the mindset

That I ain't have a story just because I wasn't raised in the projects

Still makin' the progress; embracin' the process

If you're an ex-thug please take it in context

'Cause I ain't comin' at your neck but I recall when I thought

That I couldn't reach a thug laden with crime

Plus I've been delivered from feeling so out of place

'Cause I ain't fit like figure eights in a prom dress

The state of my mind's just been transformed by the truth

And God's Spirit when I faced the divine text

And now I'm free from the idea that to reach a thug I had to be a thug

The grace is of God—yes!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

It feels good—to be able to control tongue

And if you get chumped not to have to load a gun

It feels good—to have green to get gasoline

Though the car has no dubs and no plasma screens

It feels good—just go to New York with wifee, Duce and Meesh

To see Beauty and the Beast

It feels good—yea, to hit the studio and breeze

Back to the ranch and fulfill our duty as the priest

It feels good—in New York to go to Junior's for a cheesecake

Then come back to Philly 'cause you really wanna cheese-steak

It feels good—to take a Bible in a Starbucks

And read all about the God who hung the moon and the stars up

It feels good—just to sit and eat Dungeness crabs

nd have talk about our wondrous Dad

It feels good—just to know that your temple is clean

You don't need much more just the simpler things