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.
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