Dom Root
Feb 19, 20191 min
I'm still a work in progress
Trust God through the process
Regardless of what these garbs project
I have some demons that I ain't dealt with... and God ain't done with me either.
So I stress not about the things I cant control, cause pride and expectations
Be the key ingredient to lost souls...
Tell me what you work for...
Then tell me why you do it,
Poetry is my life, a mood
With out the music.
You hear God when I speak
As floor boards turn to pulpits,
You feel love when I speak
Enemies as close as friends....
Through purpose
I am given options,
A vessel to say the least
Voice low, no treble when I speak,
But you get the message
Gifted through hidden letters
Took some time
But Im getting better
I am the fix,
Let me get my shit together.